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Is there always something greater? or is this the greatest?
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Fishnets and fighting clothes
you don't know what to do with those
a foreign language is
only the beginning
of this trip we're taking
in the middle of
the Bleak
mid-winter
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I thought it should be known that I play this song every day.
I also found another arrangement of it and discovered a missing, rather upsetting verse.
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er,
and neither have I wings to fly;
give me a boat that will carry two,
and both shall row, my love and I.
O down in the meadows the other day,
a gath'ring flow'rs both bright and gay,
a gath'ring flow'rs both red and blue,
I little thought what love can do.
I leaned my back up against an oak
thinking that he was a trusty tree;
but first he bended and then he broke;
and so did my false love to me.
A ship there is and she sails the sea,
she's loaded deep as deep can be,
but not so deep as the love I'm in:
I know not if I sink or swim.
I put my hand in some soft bush,
thinking the sweetest flow'r to find,
I pricked my finger to the bone,
and left the sweetest flow'r behind.
O love is handsome and love is fine,
and love's a jewel while it is new,
but when it is old it groweth cold,
and fades away like morning dew.
