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The lively Shadow-World of Song.
The lively Shadow-World of Song.
The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.
The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.
 I think, whatever mortals crave,
 With impotent endeavor,
  A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave--
   The read more 
 I think, whatever mortals crave,
 With impotent endeavor,
  A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave--
   The world goes round forever;
    I think that life is not too long,
     And therefore I determine,
      That many people read a song,
       Who will not read a sermon. 
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
 Everything ends with songs.
 [Fr., Tout finit par des chansons.]  
 Everything ends with songs.
 [Fr., Tout finit par des chansons.] 
There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we'd all love one another.
There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we'd all love one another.
 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." 
That song, for me, is about drugs and alcohol and loss and love. It's about being proud of who you read more
That song, for me, is about drugs and alcohol and loss and love. It's about being proud of who you are, being proud of your situation and just being stoked that things are always going to get better or always gonna get worse and that's such a great thing. Every day is a new surprise.
You must pass your days in song. Let your whole life be a song.
You must pass your days in song. Let your whole life be a song.