"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Monday, August 29, 2005

this... old town...

this boy is crackin' up...
this boy has broken down...
this boy is crackin' up...
this boy has broke down...

i've been spending my money in the old town...
it's not the same honey, with you not around.
i've been spending my time in the old town...
sure miss you honey, you're not around...
you're not around...
this old town...

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