The world's great age begins anew,

The golden years return,

The earth doth like a snake renew

Her winter weeds outworn:

Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam,

Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

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the mourner

He loses count of how many drinks he’s had tonight.

Getting pissed, becoming so inebriated that ( Read more... )