It scares you: all the noise the rattling the shaking. But the look on everybody's face when you're finished and packing it's the best smile in the world and there's nobody hurt and the well's under control.
Go forget me – why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go forget me – and tomorrow brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile – though I shall not be near thee Sing – though I shall never hear thee.
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I hoped I could make people smile and laugh and have a good time.
