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letra de the romantic poets - horrible histories

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[william wordsworth]
yeah
ooh

i wandered lonely as a cloud
that floats on high o’er vales and hills
when all at once i saw a crowd
yeah

[lord byron]
wordsworth, though i rate your nature hot take
go riff on a cliff or go jump in a lake
you may be inspired by your environ
but i write about me, the scandalous byron

[john keats]
my name is keats, i got all the right beats
like wordsworth i like the nightingale tweets
i’m not as posh as them and that’s a big concern
but i wrote an “ode to a grecian urn”

beauty is truth, and truth is beauty

[byron]
you’re just a c-ckney oik

[keats]
no need to be snooty

[all]
nature is a crazy mama

[keats]
the key to life and all its drama

[wordsworth]
romantics love to get the feels

[byron]
we imagine big, we don’t keep it real

you’re an awful writer

[keats]
your epic tales are lame
they’re all about your ego

[byron]
you’re just jealous of my fame

[keats]
you don’t have to struggle, there’s no fire in your belly

[byron]
i leave that stuff to percy bysshe sh-lley

[percy bysshe sh-lley]
let’s change the world, our poetry sings
of dangerous power of queens and kings
men must assert their rights to grow

[byron]
but don’t forget the ladies

[mary sh-lley]
h-llo

[all]
romantics love to get the feels

[byron]
we imagine big, we don’t keep it real

[keats]
i died ignored, they were gigantic

[pb sh-lley]
now how about we hear from a new romantic

[m sh-lley]
my story will blow you away
i’m mary sh-lley and here’s what i say
on a holiday in lake geneva
we got a bad storytelling fever

[byron]
talking at night of tales that affect us
frightening fables of ghosts and spectres

[m sh-lley]
one terrifying story of mine
inspired me to write “frankenstein”

[byron]
that scary monster is your claim to fame

[m sh-lley]
yeah, and people still think frankenstein was the monster’s name

[all]
romantics love to get the feels

[byron]
we imagine big, we don’t keep it real
i was like a rock star hero

[wordsworth, pb sh-lley, m sh-lley]
we had fame too, but keats got zero

[keats]
25, i died of tb

[pb sh-lley]
i was 29 when i drowned at sea

[byron]
i lived to 36 but that was it for me

[m sh-lley]
and i was dead by 53

[wordsworth]
unlike them i was late and great-y
lived to the ripe old age of 80
life is short and cruel and frantic
nature lives on

[all]
that’s so romantic

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