I`m sick of embarking in dories Upon an emotional sea. I`m wearied of playing Dolores (A role never written for me). I`ll never again like a cub lick My wounds while I squeal at the hurt. No more I`ll go walking in public, My heart hanging out of my shirt. I`m tired of entwining me garlands Of weather-worn hemlock and bay. I`m over my longing for far lands- I wouldn`t give that for Cathay. I`m through with performing the ballet Of love unrequited and told. Euterpe, I tender you vale; Good-by, and take care of that cold. I`m done with this burning and giving And reeling the rhymes of my woes. And how I`ll be making my living, The Lord in His mystery knows.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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