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The vivid, florid, turgid sky,
The drenching thunder rolling by,
The morning deluged still by night,
The clouds tumultuously bright
And the feeling heavy in cold chords
Struggling toward impassioned choirs,
Crying among the clouds, enraged
By gold antagonists in air–
I know my lazy, leaden twang
Is like the reason in a storm;
And yet it brings the storm to bear.
I twang it out and leave it there.
Philosophy aside, the Random capitalization Is killing Me.
The Guitar is for Your
uſe and Pleaſure.
Pleaſe uſe it with care
and Pleaſe do not
Tune it as it has been
Tuned. Enjoy its uſe,
Thank you.
That’s it! Someone translated that sign from Chinese to English!
English a la Chaucer at that!