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A Fragment: To Music
LK (06/01/1986 / south wales)

A Fragment: To Music

Silver key of the fountain of tears,
Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild;
Softest grave of a thousand fears,
Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child,
Is laid asleep in flowers.

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There is often a thin line between love and something darker. You tread very well on that line. Being in love removes any rational behaviour, making you do things quite out of character, and it is something as you rightly say, is beyond our understanding. I love the deceptive simplicity here. Fantastic. Regards, Daniel Tyler