"If music be the food of love,
Play on and on and on."
For where would we be without music?
All love would be gone.
And, "if music be the food of love,
Play on and on and on."
For where would we be without love?
All hope would now be gone.
Then, "if music be the food of love,
Play on and on and on."
For where would we be without hope?
All joy would now be gone.
So, "if music be the food of love,
Play on and on and on."
For where would we be without joy?
All life would now be gone.
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Into the Depths of Despair
Poetry"I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind. At these times, I use the Pensieve. One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one's mind, pours them into the basin, and...
