And so, after childhood, Shakespeare's melancholic Jacques turns his attention to adulthood and the long slow slide to death and that moment in which Beckett's Pozzo says, 'the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.'
The third age of man and wochap sees us as the heartbroken lover,
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
What are the great songs of the love lorn? For me there is no contest, the Mighty Smokey with help from his Miracles.
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