Oh... we're quoting a real song? My apologies, then. Thought it was more like the four-word-story, and didn't recognize the songs in the last three pages.
Will stay silent from now on.
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Ah, Life. Daily, it insists on being itself-- an adder in the blooming heather which may or may not strike at one's heel. Or perhaps a better analogy might be a flowering gorse-bush in a slick, mud-lined depression.
They put me into jail with a judge all a writin' For robbing Colonel Farrell on Gilgarry Mountain. But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down, And bid a farewell to this tight fisted town.
Well if anyone can aid me its my brother in the army,
Then, I don't know where he's stationed in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny
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"Now here's my secret", said the fox, "it is very simple. It is only with ones heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eye."
("The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
"The soul would have no rainbow, if the eye had no tears." (Native American Proverb)