John Maus
The Silent Chorus
This is the time for all but sunsetand this is the time to hang our sorrow up in cedar treesthis is the time for dreams processionand this is the time to gather at tables aloud with memoryof our lost play and childish pageantryThis is the time for lost abandonmentand this is the time for stupid whores and drunken maladyforth earning keep through joyless tragedyla la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la lala la la la la la la la la la la
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