| I was all alone, we were young, you were like wine
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| Heady as the fog rolling in o’er the hillside
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| Lovely as the song in the air as the wind blows
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| Opiate as the cold of the frost on the windows
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| Lo, the rose is gone from my eyes (so deceiving)
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| So, my little dove, I’m afraid I am leaving
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| Now, I am not the fool I was when I was younger
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| Crocodile eyes, I have seen how you hunger
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| Fluttering your lashes, like ashes and embers
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| Warm and bright as fire devouring timber
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| No, I cannot trust what you say when you’re grieving
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| So, my love, I’m sorry, but still: I am leaving
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| Even when you hunt me with ire, relentless
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| Batter down my door when you find me defenseless
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| I will not abide all your raging and reaving
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| I have set my mind and my will: I am leaving |