Donna Donna

On a wagon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow,
winging swiftly through the sky.

"Stop complaining!" said the farmer,
Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly with
like the swallow so proud and free?

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
like the swallow has learned to fly.

Mark Twain

"Kindness is the language in which the deaf can hear and the blind can see."

Good Feeling

Vague sketch of a fantasy,
laughing at the sunrise
Like he's been up all night
Oh slippin' and slidin'
What a good time but now,
have to find a bed
that can take this wait

Good feeling,
won't you stay with me just a little longer

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