Notes
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- "Funeral Blues" W.H Auden
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Anger. Sadness. Duke.
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