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[00:04.924]Oh, where is your inflammatory writ?
[00:13.597]Your text that would incite a light, "Be lit"?
[00:22.113]Our music deserving devotion unswerving
[00:26.527]Cry "Do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor
[00:30.733](Well, no we do not, if we cannot get over it)
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[00:39.197]But what's it mean
[00:41.313]When suddenly we're spent?
[00:44.682]Tell me true!
[00:47.974]Ambition came and reared its head, and went
[00:53.460]Far from you!
[00:56.228]Even mollusks have weddings
[00:58.710]Though solemn and leaden
[01:00.669]But you dirge for the dead
[01:02.628]And take no jam on your bread
[01:04.875]Just a supper of salt and a waltz
[01:07.957]Through your empty bed
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[01:13.678]And all at once it came to me
[01:17.988]And I wrote him hunched 'till four-thirty
[01:22.873]But that vestal light
[01:26.844]It burns out with the night
[01:30.971]In spite of all the time that we spend on it
[01:35.282]On one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet!
[01:39.461]While outside, the wild boars root
[01:44.111]Without bending a bough underfoot
[01:47.690]Or it breaks my heart, I don't know how they doing
[01:52.575]So don't ask me!
[01:54.586]And as for my inflammatory writ?
[02:02.710]Well, I wrote it and I was not inflamed one bit
[02:11.801]Advice from the master derailed that disaster
[02:15.980]He said "Hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
[02:20.369]While across the great plains
[02:22.197]Keening lovely & awful
[02:24.496]Ululate the lost Great American Novels
[02:28.937]An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit
[02:36.983](But at least they didn't run
[02:39.229]To their undying credit.)
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