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View Plans“ ”Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought.
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View PlansMy heart wants roots
My mind wants wings.
I cannot bear
Their bickerings.
You'll never grow old,
And you'll never grow poor,
If you look to the rainbow,
Beyond the next moor.
I never knew the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never knew my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embrace
Till April in Paris
Whom can I run to
What have you done to
My heart