Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, /
Tears from the depth of some divine despair /
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, /
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, /
And thinking of the days that are no more.
-Tennyson
Figures, I get stuck doing work on the day the Yankee bats crush the Sox, and Big Unit finishes 5-0 against them. Wish I could've watched the game...oh well.
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