The tune falls softly over me
Blending itself in its symphony,
But O sadness, I am no music,
Neither am I one of the six strings.
So why at all do you come to me?
Personified over here, is melancholy.
Blending itself in its symphony,
But O sadness, I am no music,
Neither am I one of the six strings.
So why at all do you come to me?
Personified over here, is melancholy.
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