In the hotels of sorrow the guests weep continually
In the shops of sorrow nothing is right and everything costs too much
On the streets of sorrow even the children wear black
In the airports of sorrow all flights are cancelled
In the houses of sorrow no one admits to sorrow
The pastures of sorrow are filled with discarded appliances
The days of sorrow are shadowy and deep
The graveyards of sorrow are happy but empty places
Oh where is the sorrow of sorrows
Say there never will be sorrow greater than this
Parties are such sweet sorrow
Sorrow is the soul's candy
Sorrow can be bought, but it's usually free
The mole and the bat are companions of sorrow
There's the mysterious sorrow of ants with nothing to do
The lovers of sorrow will settle for more of a bad thing
The good old days of sorrow were even worse
A perfect sorrow is almost sorrow
The snows of sorrow just keep falling
The Sorrows are a dance team from Tintern Abbey
The Sorrows hate dancing, which is why they dance
Many sorrows begin with an Easter egg hunt
Other sorrows begin with a swimming pool incident
A song begins when sorrow comes aknockin'
(Mark Strand, Summerside, Prince Edward Island, 11 April 1934)
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