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1how   is your mum? she's fine,thanks.2how are your parents? they're ok.3how are you? i'm very well,thanks you.4how is your uncle? he's fine,thanks.5how are your children? they're  ok.6how is liz? she's  fine,thanks.7how is your cousin? she's/he's  very well,thank you  .

my family consists of  three people.  i'm  mom and dad.  i  was nineteen,  i work  in a hospitalspetsalistom  hr.  my  mother  thirty-seven years.  she has her own  shop,  it  privateperdprinematel.  my father  for forty years.  he works for  an oil company.  we love  to spend timetogether  often.  our family is very  friendly,  we help each other  in everything "

hi,jack

i am writting to tell you about my school.

i teach in (твой номер школы).

it is a better school,which was founded in (год основания твоей школы).

in me school we teach history,math, chemistry, biology, foreignlanguages and

otherinterestingthe subject.

i can't say which is my favorite,but i like english and physical education

on english lessons , we teach new words ,sing a song , read interesting books

i like  physical education because a love sport , i like to play football,basketball,volleyball.

i think my school is the best school in our city

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remember me when i am gone away,        gone far away into the silent land;         when you can no more hold me by the hand,nor i half turn to go, yet turning stay.remember me when no more day by day        you tell me of our future that you plann'd:         only remember me; you understandit will be late to counsel then or pray.yet if you should forget me for a while        and afterwards remember, do not grieve:         for if the darkness and corruption leave        a vestige of the thoughts that once i had,better by far you should forget and smile        than that you should remember and be sad.

или песня:

легко запомнить хоть и много

suzanne vega  -  tom's dinner

i am sittingin the morningat the dineron the corneri am waitingat the counterfor the manto pour the coffeeand he fills itonly halfwayand beforei even arguehe is lookingout the windowat somebodycoming init is alwaysnice to see yousays the manbehind the counterto the womanwho has come inshe is shakingher umbrellaand i lookthe other wayas they are kissingtheir hellosi'm pretendingnot to see theminsteadi pour the milki openup the paperthere's a storyof an actorwho had diedwhile he was drinkingit was no onei had heard ofand i'm turningto the horoscopeand lookingfor the funnieswhen i'm feelingsomeone watching meand soi raise my headthere's a womanon the outsidelooking insidedoes she see me? no she does notreally see mecause she seesher own reflectionand i'm tryingnot to noticethat she's hitchingup her skirtand while she'sstraightening her stockingsher hairis getting wetoh, this rainit will continuethrough the morning  as i'm listeningto the bellsof the cathedrali am thinkingof your and of the midnight picniconce upon a timebefore the rain i finish up my coffeeit's time to catch the train

а тут слов мало:

westlife  -  you raise me up

when i am down and, oh my soul, so weary; when troubles come and my heart burdened be; then, i am still and wait here in the silence,until you come and sit awhile with me.you raise me up, so i can stand on mountains; you raise me up, to walk on stormy seas; i am strong, when i am on your shoulders; you raise me up… to more than i can be.there is no life – no life without its hunger; each restless heart beats so imperfectly; but when you come and i am filled with wonder,sometimes, i think i glimpse eternity.