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The Candyman Can.

up the airy moutians down the rushing glen we dare not go a hunting for fear of little men.

for a student to teach his teacher its presumptious and rude.

to beleve in ones dreams in a manifestiation of insanity.

we must remember there are many more important things, many more important things. Offhand i cant think of what they are, but im sure theres something.

you should open you mouth a little wider when you speak.

we have so much time and so little to see.

is it my soul that calls me by name?

through this door is where all of my dreams become realitys, and some of my reliatys beome dreams.

if you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it.

we must never ever doubt what nobody is sure about.

the suspense is terrible, i hope itll last.

all i ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.

round the world and home again thats the sailors way.

theres no earthly way of knowing which diresction we are going, theres no knowing where were rowing, or which way the rivers flowing, is it raining is it snowing, is a hurrican a blowing. not a speck of light is showing so the danger must be growing, are the fires of hell a glowing? is the gristly reaper mowing? YES! The danger must be growing for the rowers keep on rowing, and there certianly not showing, any signs that they are slowing.

candy is dandy but liquir is quicker

everybody has had one, and one is enough for anybody.

where is fancy bred? in the heart or in the head.

we are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams.

a little nonesense now and then is relished by the wisest men.

a thing of beauty is a joy forever.

adue adue parting is such sweet sorrow.

dont forget the sory of the man who suddenly got everything he ever wanted... he lived happily ever after.