| Kiss my tired head.
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| And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
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| Come and lead me to your bed
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| You gave me hope that I’d not lost her
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| And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
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| as I don’t do too much smiling these days.
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| She put on happiness like a loose dress
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| Over pain I’ll never know
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| «So the peace you had,"she says,
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| «I must confess, I’m glad to see it go.»
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| We’re two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
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| I’ve made you so happy and so sad,
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| But which should I be more sorry for?
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| Come kiss my face goodbye,
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| that space below my eye and above my cheek
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| Cause I’m faint and fading fast, I see a darkness
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| And I shall be released.
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| I’ll pass like a fever from this body,
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| And softly slip into his hands
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| I tried to love you and I failed,
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| But I have another plan.
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| My Lord, how long to sing this song?
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| And my Lord, how muchmore of this pretending to be strong?
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| When she stands before your throne
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| Dressed in beauty not her own
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| All soft and small, you’ll hear her call
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| «you brought me here, now take me home.» |