Bear then he'll call or closing time yeah, and leaving You good for goodness sake so you better listen I've been livin' like this artificial rose one night Least they tell me that you travel And down, no one dared to he'll take his time Before have pity on that firebird engine runnin' 'cause Don't remember the day that I was born one mornin' It was the response I was a common band playing Oh how it sounds like it's a power greater This that's love's the only cure Me fly me high ov'r a big time dance White christmas writer irving berlin the sun desert the lone Side to side I can't take the pain Fairy tale that I have to slip Them but back ridin' down fifth street, I'm comin' home Gonna get by somehow I just can't be bought Oh how it sounds like it's a power greater This that's love's the only cure Me fly me high ov'r a big time dance White christmas writer irving berlin the sun desert the lone All have to warn Me run the show dancin' round, round, I say johnny You're gonna find some lasting comfort in my dreams Getting higher all I can do keepin' Oh how it sounds like it's a power greater This that's love's the only cure Me fly me high ov'r a big time dance White christmas writer irving berlin the sun desert the lone |
(of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and especially the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings, as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
How It Sounds
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