| By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair
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| The face of Melinda neath blackened hair
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| No joy would flicker in her eyes
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| Brooding sadness came to a rise
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| Words would falter to atone
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| Failure had passed the stepping stone
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| She had sworn her vows to another
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| This is when no-one will bother
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| And conceded pain in crumbling mirth
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| A harlot of God upon the earth
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| Found where she sacrificed her ways
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| That hollow love in her face
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| Still I plotted to have her back
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| The contentment that would fill the crack
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| My soul released a fluttering sigh
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| This day fell, the darkness nigh
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| I took her by the hand to say
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| All faith forever has been washed away
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| I returned for you in great dismay
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| Come with me, far away to stay
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| Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime
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| She spoke of her vices and broke the rhyme
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| But baffled herself with the final line
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| My promise is made but my heart is thine |