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.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

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!

Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

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,
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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.

The lively Shadow-World of Song.

The lively Shadow-World of Song.

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.

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.