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California sunlight - sweet Calcutta rain - Honolulu starbright - the song remains the same.
California sunlight - sweet Calcutta rain - Honolulu starbright - the song remains the same.
In the ink of our sweat we will find it yet,
The song that is fit for men!
In the ink of our sweat we will find it yet,
The song that is fit for men!
I learned very early in life that: "Without a song, the day would never end; without a friend, a man read more
I learned very early in life that: "Without a song, the day would never end; without a friend, a man ain't got a friend; without a song, the road would never bend- without a song" So I keep singing a song.
I'm a sensitive guy. If you are a woman and you're in any kind of emotional duress and you write read more
I'm a sensitive guy. If you are a woman and you're in any kind of emotional duress and you write a song about it, I'll buy you album.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
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.
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.
I can not sing the old songs now!
It is not that I deem them low,
'Tis read more
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.
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.