drilling the lovebabyblush upper tunnel of love
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lovebabyblush 2023-12-29
My soul is dark – Oh! quickly stringMy soul is dark – Oh! quickly string My soul is dark ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The harp I yet can brook to hear; ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And let thy gentle fingers fling ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Its melting murmur o’er mine ear. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If in this heart a hope be dear,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
That sound shall charm it forth again:---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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But bid the strain be wild and deep,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Or else this heavy heart will burst;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
For it had been by sorrow nursed,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And ached in sleepless silence long;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And now ‘tis doomed to know the worst,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And break at once – or yield to song.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The harp I yet can brook to hear;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And let thy gentle fingers fling---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Its melting murmur o’er mine ear.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If in this heart a hope be dear,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
That sound shall charm it forth again:---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If in these eyes there lurk a ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
But bid the strain be wild and deep,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Or else this heavy heart will burst;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
For it had been by sorrow nursed,------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And ached in sleepless silence long;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And now ‘tis doomed to know the worst,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And break at once – or yield to song.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The harp I yet can brook to hear;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And let thy gentle fingers flingм---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Its melting murmur o’er mine ear.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If in this heart a hope be dear,------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
That sound shall charm it forth again:---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
But bid the strain be wild and deep,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Or else this heavy heart will burst;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
For it had been by sorrow nursed,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And ached in sleepless silence long;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And now ‘tis doomed to know the worst,---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And break at once – or yield to song.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
