I listened motionless and still, And as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore Long aft

I listened motionless and still, And as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more.

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Faith is a passionate intuition.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

Getting and spending we lay waste our powers.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

My heart never knew loneliness until you went away.

Jazz is not dead, it just smells funny.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

When it comes to love, compassion, and other feelings of the heart, I am rich.