Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
One day we'll all be free and proud. To be under the same sun. Singing songs of freedom like. — Matisyahu Copy Share Image
and each of his voices left his body in a different colored soul and floated up towards the sun still singing. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
