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When the melancholia
Really gets a holdayuh
Then happiness semes
Like a childish game
That you’ve grown too old to play
And a sorrow you never
Quite overcame
That never quite went away
Is now returning

Then the melancholia
Starts to take controlayuh
And everything lovely
Is laid quite plain
And everything plain is vile
Kind words fall like hail
On your windowpane
And a touch, or a glance
Or a smile
Can start you burning

Soon the melancholia
It becomes the soulayuh
And saddens all
That you really need
Cause sadness is
All that seems real
An old wound you keep working
To make it bleed
And you never allow it to heal
Now you are learning