Come, let us spread a picnic on the precipice, Eat, drink be merry with our back to the abyss, Till in that dusk when Bats cannot be told from the Swallows, Gifts from threats, we’ll banish solemn songs like this. This is our hopeless heaven these flowers our eyes have watered, Wine drawn from our […]
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