Caroling Dusk/Fantasy in Purple

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FANTASY IN PURPLE[1]

Beat the drums of tragedy for me.
Beat the drums of tragedy and death.
And let the choir sing a stormy song
To drown the rattle of my dying breath.

Beat the drums of tragedy for me,
And let the white violins whir thin and slow,
But blow one blaring trumpet note of sun
To go with me
to the darkness
where I go.


  1. ↑ By permission of and special arrangement with Alfred A. Knopf, Inc., authorized publishers.
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