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Ancient Music
by Ezra Pound Sing goddamn, damn. Sing goddamn! Sing goddamn, damn. Sing goddamn! Winter is i-cumin in, Lhude sing goddamn! Raineth drop and staineth slop And how the wind doth ram Sing goddamn! Skiddth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham Freezeth river, turneth liver, Damn you, sing goddamn. Goddamn, goddamn, tis why I am goddamn, So gainst the winter's balm. Sing goddamn, sing goddamn, DAMN! |