Dusty Angel

12 October
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There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

...In my eyes, I'm not lazy, In my face, It's not over, In your room, I'm not older, In your eyes, I'm not worth it, gimme back my alcohol


Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them...