lay your sleeping head, my love,
human on my faithless arm;
time and fevers burn away
individual beauty from
thoughtful children, and the grave
proves the child ephemeral:
but in my arms till break of day
let the living creature lie,
mortal, guilty, but to me
the entirely beautiful.
soul and body have no bounds:
to lovers as they lie upon
her tolerant enchanted slope...
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if i didn't have a thing on the 17th i'd get on a goddamn bus and go just to see that show.
are they gonna tour or are they just playing around home for a while?
my roomie is also anti-kids-jumping-on-his-head but is, unfortunately, also pro-getting-up-close-to-see-the-big-business-guy-play-bass