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 Ooooh-la-la: Katara!
Ooooh-la-la: Katara!
If we met not long ago
Why do I want bạn so?
If bạn are my friend,
Why do bạn make me dream no end?
If bạn are my teacher,
Why do I see bạn as my peach—err …
If bạn are my sifu,
Why does my tim, trái tim race for you?
If bạn are a couple of years older,
Why does my passion smoulder
Inside me—
Drive me krazy?
Why, why, why, Katara?
What kind of Avatar
Am I, I, I, Katara?
If bạn are but a waterbender,
Why does my tim, trái tim feel so tender,
As if bạn bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will bạn realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if bạn stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish bạn would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!
 Drop dead, Aang!
Drop dead, Aang!
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When she looked at me,
Her eyes pierced my heart
With vengeless anger,
Longing to be set free;
A familiar fire
That burned and would not depart ….

When she yelled at me,
My tim, trái tim was torn bởi sorrow
For her, as if longing to be
In her place, to prevent today
What could not be saved tomorrow;
Her price I would gladly pay…

When her hand struck me,
I was stunned
By the gentleness of her caress
On me—the enemy she had shunned;
She did not her hurt repress,
Yet did not tear down my dignity….

When she cried to me,
Her tears were as showers
Pelting my soul with grief unspoken;
Like burning flowers,
Grieving with...
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Imagine a world with all bending prohibited,
Except the kind practiced bởi the ruling Nation;
A populace robbed of human rights, restricted
In their living bởi unlimited pervasion
Of tyranny,
And senseless perversion;
Of equality
And endless invasion
Of privacy…

Imagine a life of having to bend
Not one’s element, but to the will
Of the slavedriver;
Into the wilderness blend
Or be made into a kill,
Unless taken prisoner…

In a world without hope,
Who would fight for us?
Where could we run,
Stumble hoặc grope?
Who could set things right for us
Before oppression effaced the sun?

Alas the Avatar sleeps;...
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She becomes the water
That she bends;
She becomes the power
That she sends;
She becomes the healing that mends;
She becomes the lover that tends;
She becomes the tenderness that she shields;
She becomes the weapon that she wields.
She becomes the blood that flows
Through me as our tình yêu grows;
She would not bend it
But would defend it,
As though her own depends on it….

She is the dancer who becomes the dance;
She is the spell who becomes the trance;
She is the sifu who becomes the way;
She is the daylight who becomes the day;
She is the shower
Who becomes the rain;
She is the flower
That soothes my pain;
She is the artist who becomes the art;
And of me she has become a part--
So inseparable;
So dependable
Is she who has blossomed in my heart.