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To thank you, jealous heart, I put you in the ground |
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The driver rides the rain, the trumpeter he sounds |
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As blood is to the root, is silver to the crown |
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Take it as you may, my love has gone away |
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Then it all comes to nothing |
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Then it all comes to nothing |
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To break you, jealous heart, I build to tear it down |
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The timber from the walls, the make-up from the clown |
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And dirt is to the grave as water to the drowned |
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So long to my slave, my wheel's beneath the waves |
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Then it all comes to nothing |
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Then it all comes to nothing |
