If music be the food of love
Then poetry's the drink
Let not a drop of eloquence
Slide wasted down the sink
If music be as such
Then I plan to get quite drunk
Throw the bloody pearl
Into my verbose glass- kerthunk
Give me great excess of this
True wonder in your phrase
And let me stumble blindly
Into linguistic haze
Shut off by fustian barriers
Anomalous and vain
Cover me in honeyed words
And shield me from the rain
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