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Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.
Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.
Most of the songs I sing have that blues feeling in it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't read more
Most of the songs I sing have that blues feeling in it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't know what I'm sorry about. I don't.
All the sounds of the earth are like music.
All the sounds of the earth are like music.
Composers should write tunes that chauffeurs and errand boys can whistle.
Composers should write tunes that chauffeurs and errand boys can whistle.
That rich celestial music thrilled the air
From hosts on hosts shining ones, who thronged
Eastward and read more
That rich celestial music thrilled the air
From hosts on hosts shining ones, who thronged
Eastward and westward, making bright the night.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the read more
Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away."
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