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Y.s.sTonight
Tonight do not pluck the lyre of pain;
The grief-filled days have been accomplished,
And to whom is known the news of tommorow?
The frontiers of last night and tommorow have been wiped out;
To whom is known wether or not there will be dawn?
Life is nothing-but tonight!
Godhood is possible tonight!
Tonight do not pluck the lyre of pain;
Do not repeat now stories of anguish-
Do not be mournful over your fate-
Lift from the heart curses of tommorrow,
Do not be tearful over the age gone by;
Do not ask for tales of the time of sorow;
All lamentations are finished-ask no more;
Tonight do not pluck the lyre of pain!
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Owo
You're not nice.
Now pull up your pants mister.
-sniff- You just... just took it away...-sob-
THANKS A LOT!
-runs away crying.-