We “Try something. And never be afraid to fail. That failure is useful too. It’s just another building block.”
Cors de Chasse
Our story is noble and tragic
As the face of a tyrant not fun not for everyone
No drama or magic
No detail of what we’ve done
Can make our love pathetic
And Thomas De Quincey drinking
Opium poison sweet and chaste
Went dreaming to his poor Ann and listened to his own eyelids blinking
Let it pass let it pass because everything will pass and be effaced
I will be back not yet erased
Memories
Are hunting horns whose sound dies in the breeze