In Paris a queer little man you may see,A little man all in gray;Rosy and round as an apple is he,Content with the present whate'er it may be,While from care and from cash he is equally free,And merry both night and day!"Ma foi! I laugh at the world." says he,"I laugh at the world, and the world laughs at me!"What a gay little man in gray.
I burn to set the imprison'd wranglers free,And give them voice and utterance once again.Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urnThrows up a steamy column, and the cupsThat cheer but not inebriate wait on each,So let us welcome peaceful evening in.william cowper
Come to the sunset tree!The day is past and gone;The woodman’s axe lies free,And the reaper’s work is done.felicia hemans
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free...And feeling good was easy, lord, when he sang the blues.You know feeling good was good enough for me,Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.janis joplin
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