It never refrains, but it pours.
THERE IS NO TRAGEDY WORTH MENTIONING, IT'S JUST THE NORMALITY OF HOW FUCKING OBVIOUS EVERYTHING IS.
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Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed; 'I am half sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.
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