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Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.
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Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
E. Y. Harburg
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April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
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The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made 'em both a little bit naive.
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Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.
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Follow the yellow brick road.
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Leave the atom alone.
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When the idle poor become the idle rich, you'll never know just who is who, or which is which.
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