| You appeared upon the white shore
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| On a dark and moonless eve
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| I led you through the stone gate
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| Torches spitting in the breeze
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| All around our palace glistened
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| Splashed with waves up from the sea
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| But you shone bright as a thousand suns
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| In your gown of ivory
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| One thing, I asked of you my love
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| As I combed your white-gold hair
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| Only stay your hand from the red door
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| The red door beneath the stairs
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| The red door under the stairs
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| The red door ‘neath the stairs
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| Stay your hand from that old, black lock
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| There’s nothing to see in there
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| Why do you stand so many hours
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| Staring out across the sea?
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| Why do you slip out past the black drapes
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| When I pretend that I’m asleep?
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| And even in the bright sun
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| As we walk the bone-white beach
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| You put your ear to the whispering shells
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| And turned away from me
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| Red in your dress’s hem tonight
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| A red flash in your eye
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| Why the tremor in your soft hands
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| When I pull you to my side?
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| The red door and what’s inside
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| The red door and all it hides
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| Stare away across the ocean waves
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| But I know what you’ve seen tonight |