Come Along, Sing Along.
The violin plays her song
Melancholy will sing through the night
those who stay the night there.
wear sad faces;
but the tune is too catchy to get out of your head.
It
fills you
surrounds you
ensnares you,
the notes cling in your vocal chords
waiting.
Won't be
coughed up
thrown up
ever.
They are in you, she is in you--Melancholy.
And she wanders along with a smile
wondering
when you too will begin
to sing along.
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