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

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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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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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Sing a song of sixpence.

Sing a song of sixpence.

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Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;
She feels no biting pang the while she sings,
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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.

by William Gifford Found in: Songs Quotes,
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The lively Shadow-World of Song.

The lively Shadow-World of Song.

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Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never read more

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Rumania

by Dorothy Parker Found in: Songs Quotes,
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The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.

The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.

by Irving Berlin Found in: Songs Quotes,
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I think, whatever mortals crave,
With impotent endeavor,
A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave--
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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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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.

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