| Many men have loved the bells
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| You fastened to the rein
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| And everyone who wanted you
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| They found what they will always want again
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| Your beauty lost to you yourself
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| Just as it was lost to them
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| Oh take this longing from my tongue
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| Whatever useless things these hands have done
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| Let me see your beauty broken down
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| Like you would do for one you love
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| Your body like a searchlight
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| My poverty revealed
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| I would like to try your charity
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| Until you cry, «Now you must try my greed.»
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| And everything depends upon
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| How near you sleep to me
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| Just take this longing from my tongue
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| All the lonely things my hands have done
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| Let me see your beauty broken down
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| Like you would do for one your love
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| Hungry as an archway
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| Through which the troops have passed
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| I stand in ruins behind you
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| With your winter clothes, your broken sandal straps
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| I love to see you naked over there
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| Especially from the back
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| Oh take this longing from my tongue
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| All the useless things my hands have done
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| Untie for me your hired blue gown
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| Like you would do for one that you love
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| You’re faithful to the better man
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| I’m afraid that he left
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| So let me judge your love affair
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| In this very room where I have sentenced
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| Mine to death
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| I’ll even wear these old laurel leaves
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| That he’s shaken from his head
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| Just take this longing from my tongue
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| All the useless things my hands have done
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| Let me see your beauty broken down
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| Like you would do for one you love
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| Like you would do for one you love |