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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."
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
Sing a song of sixpence.
Sing a song of sixpence.
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.
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!
The lively Shadow-World of Song.
The lively Shadow-World of Song.
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.
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
The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.
The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.
