melancholia
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I find when my head is filled with impenetrable dread,
And clouds of grey and deep blues hover above my head,
That what floats within my mind’s eye and what is seen ahead,
I find when my head is filled with impenetrable dread,
And clouds of grey and deep blues hover above my head,
That what floats within my mind’s eye and what is seen ahead,
We cry adieu, the red-haired vulturecrys not a tear, for all is spentits heart is rent, all hidden treasureNevermore to gleam in warmth of light
Okay – so there’s this girl at the
Back of the class – and she’s always
Got her nose in the pages of a book –
I mean he’s never even seen her face,
That’s how much she’s literally ingrained
