terça-feira, 12 de julho de 2011

B de Brincar com ossinhos (IV)

In darkness let me dwell, the ground shall sorrow be,
The roof despair to bar all cheerful light for me,
The walls of marble black that moistened still shall weep,
My music hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep,
Thus wedded to my woes and bedded to my tomb,
O let me living, living, die till death do come.

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