DEVOVED

(TOIL)
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Why are we weigh’d upon with heaviness,
And utterly consumed with sharp distress,
While all things else have rest from weariness?
All things have rest: why should we toil alone,
We only toil, who are the first of things,
And make perpetual moan,
Still from one sorrow to another thrown;
Nor ever fold our wings,
And cease from wanderings,
Nor steep our brows in slumber’s holy balm;
Nor harken what the inner spirit sings,
“There is no joy but calm!”—
Why should we only toil, the roof and crown of things?

Choric Song II from Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s
‘The Lotos Eaters’

DPS:
I’ll tell ya what used to kill me… coming home late at night, and finding them huddled on the couch, numb, at one with the TV set. I’d reach the top of the stairs and greet them. They’d say ‘Hello’ – but just that. They’d say it without sending a glance my way. They were always too absorbed in whatever it was they were watching. As soon as I realized this, I mean as soon as I realized the inhumanity of it all I decided it was time to pack my things and get outta there.

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P:
Dial-a-Song
I Palindrome I

I Palindrome I
Born on the 5th of July
One door shut, another one closed
I Palindrome I

She king of Brooklyn she
Master of all she surveys
Lives a life unencumbered by me
She king of Brooklyn she

Man, when I was a young man
Not like I'm driving a rocking chair now, but
Man, when I was a young man
I was free

I Palindrome I
Mister 5th of July
One door shut, another one closes for
I Palindrome I

Man, when I was a young man
Not like I'm driving a rocking chair now, but
Man, when I was a young man
I was free

I Palindrome I
Something just fell on my head
Born on the 5th of July
I Palindrome I

I Palindrome I
I Palindrome I
Something just fell on my head
Something just fell on my head