| Cherise was brushing her long hair gently down
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| It was the afternoon of carnival as she brushes it gently down
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| And Rubin was strumming his painted mandolin
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| It was inlaid with a pretty face in jade played in the carnival parade
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| Cherise was dressing as Pirouette in white
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| When a fatal vision gripped her tight Cherise beware tonight
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| Rubin, Rubin tell me truly true
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| I feel afraid and I don’t know why I do, Is there another girl for you?
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| If you could see my heart you would know it’s true
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| There’s none Cherise, except for you, except for you
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| Well, I’d swear to it on my very soul, If I lie, say I fall down cold
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| When Rubin played on his painted mandolin
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| The breeze would pause to listen in before going on its way again
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| Masquerade began when nightfall finally woke
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| Like waves against the bandstand, dancers broke to the painted mandolin
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| Looking out to the crowd who is standing there
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| Sweet Ruby Claire at Rubin stared, at Rubin stared
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| She was dressed as Pirouette in red
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| And her hair hung gently down
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| The crowd pressed round, Ruby stood as though alone
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| Rubin’s song took on a different tone and he played it just for her
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| The song he played was the carnival parade
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| Each note cut a thread of Cherise’s fate it cut through like a blade
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| Rubin was playing his painted mandolin
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| When Ruby froze and turned to stone for the strings played all alone
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| The voice of Cherise from the face of the mandolin
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| Singing Rubin, Rubin tell me true for I have no one but you
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| If you could see my heart you would know it true
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| There’s none Cherise, except for you, except for you
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| I’d swear to it on my very soul, If I lie, say I fall down cold
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| The truth of love an unsung song must tell
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| The course of love must follow blind without a look behind
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| Rubin walked the streets of New Orleans till dawn
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| Cherise so lightly in his arms and her hair hung gently down |