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the Speed ¤ of ¤ Sound

Hearts so touch'd, so pierced, so lost as mine.
E're such a soul regain its peaceful state,
How often must it love, how often hate!
How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
Conceaal, disdain - do all things but forget.

Do you wish to go HOME?

or are you INEBRIATED?

...perhaps you're just randy...