Everything carries a song; not everything sings it.

The universe sings; all our attempts are merely efforts to sing along.

Some sing themselves; others sing us all.

A song sings because it has a bird.

We sing sweet dreams at weddings and fond memories at funerals.

Our favorite songs tell us what we want to hear.

Melody colors words.

Songs rise out of sentience; they descends into sentiment.

We are birthed with a cry, we are laid to rest with a song.

A song comes from a heart.

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