Sing a song of sixpence.

Sing a song of sixpence.

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,
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And grant that when I face the grisly Thing,
My song may trumptet down the gray Perhaps
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And grant that when I face the grisly Thing,
My song may trumptet down the gray Perhaps
Let me be as a tune-swept fiddlestring
That feels the Master Melody--and snaps.

Unlike my subject, I will make my song.
It shall be witty, and it shan't be long.

Unlike my subject, I will make my song.
It shall be witty, and it shan't be long.

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."

The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.

The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.

I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

You must pass your days in song. Let your whole life be a song.

You must pass your days in song. Let your whole life be a song.

Always keep a song in your heart - it's like karaoke for the voices in your head

Always keep a song in your heart - it's like karaoke for the voices in your head