




So I just lay on the couch most of the day, ice on my neck, and listened to old Donovan from Sunshine Superman. From his song Celeste,
"Dawn crept in unseen to find me still awake
A strange young girl sang her songs for me
And left 'fore the day was born.
That dark princess with saddening jest
She lowered her eyes of woe,
And I felt her sigh, I wouldn't like to try
The changes she's going through..."
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