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Come in out of the rain thou sayest - |
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but thou ne'er stept'st aside |
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And I am trapp'd - A Distance There Is... |
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None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof |
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Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be - |
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I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear |
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Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocecne |
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Yet thou let'st thy lass into peril - |
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Thou let'st me be parched |
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My heart, my heart, my heart... |
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My heart, my heart, my heart... |
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My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is hued damask. |
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When thou thy tears hast hidden |
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\"Come back!\" thou sayest - There I soon am to be - |
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But how am I to run when my bones, my heart |
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Thou hast me bereaft - But run thou sayest |
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I run, i run, i run... |
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I run, i run, i run... |
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I run, i run, i run... |
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I run, i run, i run... |
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I run, i run, i run... |
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I run - And there and then I behold |
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that a time will come when I again dead will be. |
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Thou tell'st me to leave without delay - |
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I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands |
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Lo! - the shadows, the sky - descending |
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So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk. |
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In my mind in which is this event |
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But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?! |
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After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths - |
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The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me |
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Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world |
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All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push'd aside - |
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After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths - |
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The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me |
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Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world |
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All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push'd aside - |
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...A Distance There Is... |
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...A Distance There Is... |
