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Honey and mornings do honeydew,
Drips in dim British mews
Drizzle slips, from hollow runes
To the moon thou shall attune

It carries a sooty tune, and you,
Sing along, don’t whip your rings;
Unpreached wards have no ashen wings,
No malice to burn the oaks anew.

Life is but a piano
Mechanical strings,
Gleaming notes,
Decrees, and tides

Life is but a piano
A piano’s its echoes too
Denoument does not bestow
A machine laid bare

Many blessings have sworn
To never leave the air