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    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.

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Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley Found in: Songs Quotes,
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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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Sing a song of sixpence.

Sing a song of sixpence.

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The lively Shadow-World of Song.

The lively Shadow-World of Song.

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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.

by John Gneisenau Neihardt Found in: Songs Quotes,
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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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She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with
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She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with
pity: and when winter evenings fall early (sitting at her merry
wheel), she sings a defiance to the giddy wheel of
fortune . . . and fears no manner of ill because she means none.

by Sir Thomas Overbury Found in: Songs Quotes,
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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."

by John Keats Found in: Songs Quotes,
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The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.

The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.

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