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Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
Cute little babies that fall out of swings - These are a few of my favorite things.
Cute little babies that fall out of swings - These are a few of my favorite things.
When I was a little kid, I took tap and ballet. I've always loved to dance. I'm a rhythm machine.
When I was a little kid, I took tap and ballet. I've always loved to dance. I'm a rhythm machine.
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: read more
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony.
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
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The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That filters through the forest, or the gush
That swells and sinks amid the branches high,--
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we
Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.
Each song, you're telling a story and acting.
Each song, you're telling a story and acting.
Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.
Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.
Every act, every deed of justice and mercy and benevolence, makes heavenly music in Heaven.
Every act, every deed of justice and mercy and benevolence, makes heavenly music in Heaven.
