Come, go with me.

Don’t tell the Cool Police, but I listened to a lot of Peter, Paul and Mary as a teenager. They had a song that went “Come and go with me to that land, come and go with me to that land, come and go with me to that land where I’m bound.” There wasn’t much else to it. Just, come, go, land, with, me. I liked it a lot. It had a forward momentum that made me want to come, go with them to that land, wherever it was they were bound. And maybe clap my hands while I went there.
I like how coming and going mean opposite things and yet when you put them together like this, they’re perfectly matched in meaning. That’s a neat linguistic trick.

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