I TELL them where the wind comes from, Where the music goes when the fiddle is in the box. Kids-I saw one with a proud chin, a sleepyhead, And the moonline creeping white on her pillow. I have seen their heads in the starlight And their proud chins marching in a mist of stars. They are the only people I never lie to. I give them honest answers, Answers shrewd as the circles of white on brown chestnuts.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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