The guilty undertaker sighs
the lonesome organ grinder cries
the silver saxophones say I should refuse you
the cracked bells and washed-up horns
blow into my face with scorn
but it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
"Thou shalt not extinguish thine anger, but shall master it,
that thy conscience may not be blunted by adjustment
to wrong causes."
-The Dutch Ten Commandments to Foil the Nazis
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