Ah, leave me not to pine alone and desolate
No fate seemed fair as mine
No happiness so great
And Nature, day by day
Has sung in accents clear
This joyous roundelay
He loves me, he is here
Fa la la la Fa la la la
He loves me, he is here
Fa la la la Fa la la
Ah, must I leave thee here
In endless night to dream
Where joy is dark and drear
And sorrow all supreme -
Where nature, day by day,
Will sing, in altered tone,
This weary roundelay
He loves thee, he is gone
Fa la la la Fa la la la
He loves thee, he is gone
Fa la la la Fal la
-The Pirates of Penzance
(top is a drawing from a comic I would love to finish one day.)
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