Play On

Story by The_Real_Threetails on SoFurry

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I sing in a voice weakened by shouting,

A voice weakened by hunger,

By tears,

By sickness;

Hear my song; I shall sing in spite of these.

I dance with feet wounded by asperity,

Feet blistered by marching,

By wandering,

By hard roads beneath them,

But I shall dance, in spite of this.

Play on, merry troubadours,

Today I dance and sing,

My pain to the wayside cast,

The fears of old a ragged coat.

Play on, merry troubadours,

Tomorrow's stamp is faint,

Life's flimsy lease an aphid's wing,

Quicksilver fortune's leanings vague.

A song becomes a dirge,

The dance a Danse Macabre,

But not today; live! Play!

Play on, merry troubadours!

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