Quote:
The silver swan, who living had no note,
As death approached, unlocked her silent throat,
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Sang her first, her last, and sang no more
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Well, this was pretty short-lived, I guess, but Orlando Gibbons' 'The Silver Swan' goes to rest in favour of something shorter and rather less profound - and if anyone knows what this is from, I may love you forever. Well. Anyway.
Shpadoinkle!