we all have an area of darkness, somewhere, and today, i fear, mine has overcome me. it grows from the inside with sickness, and sadness, and the meaning (lessness) of life and it seems, then, that the sun above is shining (but not for me). so i go down to the river to play, blowing my horn in some sweet old way
(who shall wear the starry crown?)
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