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On our bed the curtain's falling |
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Against the din |
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Of a descending hush |
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And though the night |
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Bent to kiss my bare shoulders |
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I could not keep out the dark |
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Without any warning |
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Is there no good news I can tell you? |
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Is there nothing that'll shake you |
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From your blackest moods |
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And your spells of mercury? |
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Is there nothing you can tell me? |
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Is there nothing that will shake me |
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when my temper starts to unfurl? |
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Who was the first to fall? |
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Without any warning |
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Even though you may be |
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Out of the picture, baby |
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You can still call on me |
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From time to time |
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Even though I may be |
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Out of your picture, darling |
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You can rely on me |
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From time to time |
