If I played a dirge
If I sounded my harp, and played a dirge Would you come to me? If I wept until my eyes were flames of anger And my voice broke like a widow’s hopes Wo
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If I sounded my harp, and played a dirge Would you come to me? If I wept until my eyes were flames of anger And my voice broke like a widow’s hopes Wo
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It was hilarious at face value of course, but by then, my eyes had been opened
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