I CAN SUCK MELANCHOLY OUT OF A SONG AS A WEASEL SUCKS EGGS.
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BUT WHATE’ER YOU ARE
THAT IN THIS DESERT INACCESSIBLE,
UNDER THE SHADE OF MELANCHOLY BOUGHS,
LOSE AND NEGLECT THE CREEPING HOURS OF TIME;
IF EVER YOU HAVE LOOK’D ON BETTER DAYS,
IF EVER BEEN WHERE BELLS HAVE KNOLL’D TO CHURCH,
IF EVER SAT AT ANY GOOD MAN’S FEAST,
IF EVER FROM YOUR EYELIDS WIP’D A TEAR,
AND KNOW THAT ‘TIS TO PITY, AND BE PITIED,
LET GENTLENESS MY STRONG ENFORCEMENT BE.
Rio Aubry Taylor presents LIGHTRIOT 