By Cici
(For those who remember reading the book The Scarlet Letter at some point in their life, here's an ode in remembrance thereof.)
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By the end of every rainbow
Though a rainbow hath no end
Flows a melancholy river
Ever twisting but never bent
Only listing sweet sad sorrows
Yea, a woeful heart'd weep
As it creeps on through the valley
To the oceans unknown deep
Lo it echoes of a lonely past
many tears its surface saw
And its troubles just keep mounting
Unchecked by judge or law
Bank to bank it spins a yarn
Some old raconteur should tell
But none laments in tones ere truer
Rinnging strong a resounding knell
Yea, this melancholy river
From a melancholy stream
Flows through time and space all weeping
In a melancholy dream
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