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    Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;
    She feels no biting pang the while she sings,
    Nor as she turns the giddy wheel around,
    Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.

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That song, for me, is about drugs and alcohol and loss and love. It's about being proud of who you read more

That song, for me, is about drugs and alcohol and loss and love. It's about being proud of who you are, being proud of your situation and just being stoked that things are always going to get better or always gonna get worse and that's such a great thing. Every day is a new surprise.

by Bert Mccracken Found in: Songs Quotes,
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We are tenting tonight on the old camp ground,
Give us a song to cheer.

We are tenting tonight on the old camp ground,
Give us a song to cheer.

by Walter Kittridge Found in: Songs Quotes,
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Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

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I cannot sing the old songs
Though well I know the tune,
Familiar as a cradle-song
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I cannot sing the old songs
Though well I know the tune,
Familiar as a cradle-song
With sleep-compelling croon;
Yet though I'm filled with music,
As choirs of summer birds,
"I cannot sing the old songs"--
I do not know the words.

by Robert Jones Burdette Found in: Songs Quotes,
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The lively Shadow-World of Song.

The lively Shadow-World of Song.

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He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."

He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."

by John Keats Found in: Songs Quotes,
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I can not sing the old songs now!
It is not that I deem them low,
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I can not sing the old songs now!
It is not that I deem them low,
'Tis that I can't remember how
They go.

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I think, whatever mortals crave,
With impotent endeavor,
A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave--
The read more

I think, whatever mortals crave,
With impotent endeavor,
A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave--
The world goes round forever;
I think that life is not too long,
And therefore I determine,
That many people read a song,
Who will not read a sermon.

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A song of hate is a song of Hell;
Some there be who sing it well.
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A song of hate is a song of Hell;
Some there be who sing it well.
Let them sing it loud and long,
We lift our hearts in a loftier song:
We life our hearts to Heaven above,
Singing the glory of her we love,
England.

by Helen Gray Cone Found in: Songs Quotes,
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