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THE 14:24 GUEST HOUSE
14m 24s



On Top Of Old Smokey
On top of old Smokey, all covered with snow,
I lost my true lover, a-courting too slow.
A thief will just rob you and take what you have,
But a false-hearted lover will lead you to the grave.
Now that we've indulged in the silly tragicness of life,
let's have a little bit of heavy-duty serious silly...
“I am silliness!”
Loud, I proclaim—
not borrowed, not taught,
not anybody's name!
“I'm goofy, I'm gleeful,
I'm wild, I am free,
the wackiest, silliest,
version of me!”
“I am silliness! I am silliness!”
Not a method, not learned—just buried-deep bliss!
Before shame ever told me that silly was small.
“I am silliness,” underneath it all!
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