| At last the crimson chord cascade
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| To shower dry cordials within
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| Too late to leap the chocolate gate
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| Pale fountains fizzing forth pink gin
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| While destiny begins to fly
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| The farmyard chorus sings its wake
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| Upstanding anthem to the sky
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| Too soon to realize their fate
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| You were the raven of October
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| I knew the sign you flew around
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| Up in the air so high above me
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| Never needed to look down
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| I never though I’d be a rover
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| I didn’t even look around
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| But now I know you’ve found another
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| So will someone please find me
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| Give now the host his claret cup
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| And watch madeira’s farewell drink
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| Note his reaction acid sharp
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| Should make the cognoscenti think |