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Saints, and the musical background

When the saints go marching in
Oh when the saints go marching in
Lord, I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in.

It speaks much of the general amount of music-geeking that went on around me when I was small, the music-geeking-like-air-that-you-don't-notice-until-it's-gone, that today was the first day that I thought, in the shower, "Oh. When it says 'I want to be in that number,' it actually means, 'When all the saints are counted up, I want to be counted with the saints,' rather than, 'When auditions are being held for who gets to play in the marching band when the saints go marching in, I want to make the auditions and be playing in the band for that march number'!"
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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