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Speak darkly, my angel |
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Or do I have to plead? |
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The sweetness has gone out of it |
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And all that's left is bitter barren greed |
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A needy lover with her almost vanished liar |
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Entangled as the gloom is strangled by the clinging briar |
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That ventures out to gather in the gloom |
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That perfect mouth is ruined now |
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For as you turn down the corners of your smile |
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And cloud your dim corrupted eyes |
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Just before the concertina wrecks your noble brow |
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The fatal flaw I can't allow |
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Depart now, my angel |
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The gaoler of my youth |
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Sends fifty thousand reasons why I never ever try to tell the truth |
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The season's over |
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And it's time for either one of us to go |
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Stand by the window |
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But don't lean so temptingly into the drop that calls below |
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For if you tumble back |
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I look so good in black |
