What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.
G.E. Woodberry
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Look at You Now
Right from the start you tried to hurt me,
But look at you now, behaving like a fool.
A long time ago you treated me so mean but
Look at you now.
Look at you now.
You threw me away like litter in the gutter.
I had to pick my self up and find something better.
Look at you now.
Look at you now.
I looked so hard, I'm looking hard now
Looking at your head.
Don't talk about birthdays, that don't mean a thing to me.
Don't throw it in my face, it's too sweet to sting.
Look at you now.
Look at you now.
I kept on looking hard
I kept on looking hard
Looking at your head, head!!!