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~*Melpomene's Memorandum*~

*~But oh Melpomene! thy lyre of wo--
To what a mournful pitch its keys were strung,
And when thou badest its tones of sorrow flow,
Each weeping Muse, enamoured, o'er thee hung:
How sweet--how heavenly sweet, when faintly rose
The song of grief, and at its dying close
The soul seemed melting in the trembling breast;
The eye in dews of pity flowed away,
And every heart, by sorrow's load opprest,
To infant softness sunk, as breathed thy mournful lay.~*

*~Name~* Melpomene ~*Type*~ Muse *~Age~* 17 *~School~* Gaia University ~*Information*~ Poisoned Muse... Fiend Angelical... Perfectly Flawed... her name is Melpomene... destined to help others, and most likely never fall in love. Happily living, n


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