I was told, long ago...
Music soothes the savage soul...
And music helps the wound to mend...
I set ashamed when I speak her name...
How awful joyful tidings feel...
And in the solitude of night...
In my rooms devoid of light...
I allow my sadness to flow like rivers...
I have outgrown my mortal coil...
But it's the only suit I own...
So now I lay me down to sleep...
Again...
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