Yeah, Rapaire, I heard from Billy the Blake. He wanted me to tell you:

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Library built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the Library Doors, they were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.


But he didn't explain what he meant.

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