With an intimate, confiding, first-person song, the meaning must not be self-sufficient on the page. It has to be oblique, sometimes you have to read between the lines.
“So sing that other song I made, Half anger’d with my happy lot, The day, when in the chestnut shade I found the blue Forget-me-not.”
Alfred, Lord Tennyson | “The Miller’s Daughter”
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