Why do you mourn, my rueful friend,
And sit there, bleary-eyed?
We’re all alive and moving here —
It’s only hope that died —
Why do you boil with your tears
That fall so straight and true?
And why do you long for one who doesn’t
Long at all for you?
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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