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Musical: Mystery Of Edwin Drood, The
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Jasper: Another trifling day, one more soul-stifling day of blinding pain: Boredom grinds my brain down to the grain. A man could go quite mad and not be all that bad. Consider each superb, disturbing urge you've ever had To curse aloud in church or choke each bloke who Throws a smile your way... Be that as it may. A man could have bad dreams and not be all he seems. Yet not be far-removed from all the noblest of extremes. Sometimes I think that sanity is just a passing fad. A man could go quite mad. Unblessed are the dull. One ceaseless, peaceless lull. One wondrous night, Storm-struck thund'rous light Will cast me right A sculptor lacking arms, a sorc'ror lacking charms, A fiend who frightens no one for there's no one that he harms. Whose clutches clutch at only desp'rate respite From this dim tableau! Knowing this is so, I hide myself in thought Where one cannot be caught and feed on dreams that contradicts each edict I've been taught And if someday I lose my way and mind, you'll find me glad - A man could go quite, man could go quite, Man could go quite mad! Back to main page: Mystery Of Edwin Drood, The Lyrics
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