The Same Deep Water As You

«Ay, in the very temple of delight
Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung».
(“Ode on Melancholy” by John Keats)

The Cure – The Same Deep Water As You

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