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5 I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.
Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
It is an opportunity for us to reflect on the language and ideas that represented each year.
So, take a stroll down memory lane to remember all of our past Word of the Year selections.
Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.
Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.