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Language has to be beautiful in a way the world cannot be. (Hopler)
The world is clanking: noun, noun, noun. (Willis)
You think / I am speaking in riddles. But I am not, for // The world means only itself. (Warren)
The world is clanking: noun, noun, noun. (Willis)
You think / I am speaking in riddles. But I am not, for // The world means only itself. (Warren)
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3 comments:
My sister and I sang this when I was in fifth grade and she was in fourth grade. We really wanted big feather fans but couldn't find them any where.
Dang. I was excited to read some witty comment about you and yours. Love this song!
my cousins (4 sisters) sang this, at the first wedding of the four last summer.
Love it to bits
also admiring the blue tulle @ feathers
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