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He who sings frightens away his ills.
Today if something is not worth saying people sing it.
I cannot sing the old songs I sang long years ago For heart and voice would fail me And foolish tears would flow.
How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start When memory plays an old tune on the heart!
The only thing better than singing is more singing.
There are only two rules. One is E. M. Forsters guide to Alexandria; the best way to know Alexandria is to wander aimlessly. The second is from the Psalms; grin like a dog and run about through the city.
Those who wish to sing always find a song.
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He who sings frightens away his ills.
Today if something is not worth saying people sing it.
I cannot sing the old songs I sang long years ago For heart and voice would fail me And foolish tears would flow.
How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start When memory plays an old tune on the heart!
The only thing better than singing is more singing.
There are only two rules. One is E. M. Forsters guide to Alexandria; the best way to know Alexandria is to wander aimlessly. The second is from the Psalms; grin like a dog and run about through the city.
Those who wish to sing always find a song.