Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.
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It's old, very old I think. Made up long ago in our hills. What my music teacher calls a mountain air. But the words are easy and soothing, promising ...
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Even if times got bad, he would never again deny himself the possibility that the future might be happy even if the present was painful. He would allo...
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In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.
