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Everything ends with songs.
[Fr., Tout finit par des chansons.]
Everything ends with songs.
[Fr., Tout finit par des chansons.]
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.
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
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.
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.
All this for a song.
All this for a song.
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.
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.
Sing a song of sixpence.
Sing a song of sixpence.