Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
We gotta be free - The eagle and me. see Amelia Jenks Bloomer, Emancipation of Women
Follow the fellow who follows a dream.
Music gives 'wings' to words.
A Russian child asked his mother : "does God know we don't believe in Him?"
When the idle poor, Become the idle rich, You'll never know, Just who is who, Or who is which.