Amount of texts to »song« |
34, and there are 33 texts (97.06%)
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on Jun 15th 2000, 13:23:09 wrote maike
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on Nov 22nd 2015, 09:24:47 wrote Amber
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on Oct 21st 2002, 13:48:15 wrote just me about song
on Nov 11th 2012, 07:25:51 wrote bullxead about song
on Sep 12th 2000, 15:02:11 wrote maike about song
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Texts to »Song«
^116 wrote on Jun 22nd 2001, 13:18:49 about
song
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~~~
Just a song at twilight
When the lights are low
And the flickering shadows
Softly come and go.
Though the heart be weary
Sad the day and long
Still to us at twilight
Comes love's old sweet song.
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whatevernext96 wrote on Jan 26th 2002, 21:26:55 about
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'Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low'. Pity they didn't remember that Victorian line in 1914. Instead, 'the lights went out all over Europe' (as unmusically remarked by Lord Grey) and a war of hatred and horror began. No songs, no tenderness »And each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds« (Wilfred Owen dead in the trenches).
the old pirate wrote on Mar 24th 2001, 14:05:00 about
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To sailors, all nature is brimming with grand
Ideas with thought and emotion;
I pity the dunces who can't understand
The song of the earth, sky and ocean.
the old pirate wrote on Mar 7th 2001, 02:36:54 about
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I cannot sing the song of the humpback whale or dance the dance of the bees, but no matter. I know who I am.
@@ Emily Aphra @@ wrote on Apr 10th 2001, 11:24:24 about
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Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Baked in a pie;
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before a king?
The king was in his countinghouse
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlor
Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes,
Along came a blackbird,
And snipped off her nose.
A.E. wrote on Apr 30th 2004, 11:08:39 about
song
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FAR I hear the bugle blow
To call me where I would not go,
And the guns begin the song,
“Soldier, fly or stay for long.”
A.E.Housman
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Created on Dec 16th 2000, 06:40:44 by jane, contains 7 texts
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Created on Mar 29th 2002, 18:55:54 by Das Gift, contains 4 texts
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Created on Apr 19th 2001, 09:46:43 by tomato jersey, contains 33 texts
^116
Created on Feb 18th 2001, 21:37:47 by ^116, contains 6 texts
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Created on Mar 2nd 2003, 06:17:16 by elfboi, contains 3 texts
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Created on Feb 6th 2002, 18:32:49 by Biertrinken, contains 18 texts
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Created on May 28th 2002, 21:47:01 by Löckchen, contains 8 texts
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Created on Jan 23rd 2004, 21:32:30 by Lysander Layon, contains 29 texts
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Created on Jun 27th 2001, 23:23:45 by mrjack, contains 35 texts
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Created on Oct 6th 2005, 11:42:33 by Sir Toby, contains 4 texts
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Created on Nov 3rd 2022, 09:01:33 by schmidt, contains 2 texts
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