From deep within the archives:
O, Music...
Z. Durisko
2003
O Music, sounds of my life and thine,
Can’t you cheer this sad, sorry soul?
Brighten this mood and merry my mind?
Fill this hid’ous, horrible hole?
O Sorrow, be gone to blackest Hell
And leave me in a peaceful rest.
I warrant not your depressing spell.
I only want to be one, happy and blessed.
O Happiness, be not a stranger.
What scornful thing did I do thee
To make thee leave me angrily?
O Come back to me, my once fine friend!
posted by Zac "Ille Falx" @
2/02/2004 02:36:00 PM
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