Where else do you get to sing words like "sublunary"?
Here's a verse from Kingwood:
The grave is near the cradle seen,
How swift the moments pass between,
And whisper as they fly.
Unthinking man, remember this,
Though fond of sublunary bliss,
That you must groan and die.
Just the kind of pick-me-up I need on a Saturday morning.
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