Let them go. Leave them. Come away, my friends.

We shall love no more.

The longing, the frenzy, the fever, the fret,

Will be ours no more.

Leave them to mirrors. Leave them to make-up.

We'll be fooled no more.

Let's find a true friend, who will just give and give.

Seek her out, greet her. She will teach us to live.

What's her face like? How is her form?

What's she dressed in? Does she smile or frown?

Noble is she, pure is she.

Lovely her face as lovely can be.

Patient and gentle, loving and kind,

Warm to body, soothing to mind -

Such is her form, such is her face,

Flowing and glowing with matchless grace.

Dress her in silver, dress her in gold,

Dress her in crystal worth untold.

Goddess and mother and aunt is she;

Also a sister, teasingly.

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Beaded bubbles winking away - nice but too expensive.

Today I feel not like John Keats, even though Im pensive.

Beer, girl, beer I want, with all the strength, the froth.

Cold liquid gold down the hatch, for this thirsting moth.

Beer in pot or can or bottle, bring it any way.

Beer is what I want, on this hot, horrid, day.