You'll live to dance
Another day
It's just now you'll have to dance
For the two of us
So stop looking so down and depressed
Sing with all your heart
For the King is dead
(this is actually Frank Turner and not me at all but it sums up where I'm at in the whole grieving process, and also lets me name drop a troubadour of note. With a Holbein tattoo.)
(That last sentence/phrase might not mean much to you, dear Reader, but the only really suitable responses are:
a) Zounds!
b) Where abouts?
Thank you and good night
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