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Julia ward howe / Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord / He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored / He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword

Once upon a midnight dreary / I woke with something in my head / I couldn’t escape the memory / Of a phone call and of what you said

It doesn’t matter what I say / So long as I sing with inflection / That makes you feel I’ll convey / Some inner truth or vast reflection