THE STAINED ALBATROSS
dimly folds the random night
darkly on its hinges
nevermore will things be right
unless the mermaid cringes
oh, my friend the albatross
hiding in the grotto
fangs my soul and urges me
to drink until i’m blotto
dimly folds the random night
darkly on its hinges
nevermore will things be right
nevermore will things be right
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