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Description: | Unkind to speak of the ancestral vocabulary as dream-talk, unkind to wake the dreamer |
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Description: | The arrangements Somebody takes care of it: planning the details, announcements, transportation, setting the tone, fitting all the likel... |
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Description: | I'll show you all the imported graces and you shall see New Fontainebleau |
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Description: | Well-scrubbed proprieties, in no danger except the possible over-minding of their own manners or being out-voted by Activists |
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Description: | Patience we learned and requiem to rest the tense who die For we forgot the brazen earth in courtship of the sky |
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Description: | First-rate minds to write books, guide the young and lead the nation but the target runs close to the ground |
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Description: | Star of our Jesus, so extra bright Make me a country child just for tonight Bur Grinnerung an die Jubiläumsfeier der Freien Gemeinde von Sauf ... |
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Description: | Everybody was wonderful Stars kept rising, pink and gold Trailing threads of breathless music barely out of reach Hand to hand around the n... |
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Description: | Let us be wrong in all our judgments At that fine point We cannot quite believe the steps between the superstitions The feathers, the little e... |
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Description: | "I am the man with measuring pole on my shoulder. At the age of 21 years I was sawing log in the woods. Since then I have seen the old time way go and the ... |
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Description: | Each little world has its private Atlas working his ethic in longhand toward the stage set for the point of No Return |
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Description: | No one will tell No one would dare to put in print the Secret Knowledge. That word of mouth is frozen deep and all Report is still |
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Description: | That time of year. Let's go watch the big wheels The Saint, the King of Breakup with his Fool, parade the tarot Jack of Dice, their drumme... |
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Description: | Some towering hand-made genius had fighting words to sell |
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Description: | That morning is adrift in passing; it cannot last the day. Those years are anchored to each other; there is no other way. |
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