Concerning what you said: It hit a deep chord within, a chord that incessantly sings the same song, incessantly calls her name.
"Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink." - The rime of the ancient mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Concerning what you said:
It hit a deep chord within, a chord that incessantly sings the same song, incessantly calls her name.
"Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink." - The rime of the ancient mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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