| Fine Sir John got far beyond
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| And laid low one wet September
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| It was then he wrote
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| The curse of her pearls
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| For which he is now remembered
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| But of course it all came to an end
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| By early next December
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| When fine Sir John with all reason gone faded into his winter
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| And the wind did howl, and the trees did bow
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| The wolves all cried on the day he died
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| I survived their sugar cures and I dined with snow eating sinners
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| So much weather has come and gone as the swine roll in the embers
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| Give my regards to the captain of the guards who has lost his saber
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| While in the back room the boys have it large
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| While his mistress she sets the table
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| And the wine will spill and the moon will shine
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| The dream is gone and it’s about time
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| Has it always been this way
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| So much sorrow so much pain
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| From this day nothing will be the same
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| Watch the starboard child
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| Walk your plank and sink away, away
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| Anyway you love, we know how you feel
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| Let’s open the door to tomorrows
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| Hidden charms and gaze in wonder
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| Let the music play
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| Let the people parade in many colors
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| As we watch the candle burn
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| There is nothing we have learned
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| So please believe the thunder
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| Where evermore is a place of lore
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| And the messenger he just shivers
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| And the lights they dim and the masks removed
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| And the night falls in forever as the moon
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| Anyway you love, we know how you feel
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| Anyway you love, we know how you feel |