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Mr Carmichael says that he loves his wife, |
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I believe he does |
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Gives her everything that a man can give |
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But Mr Carmichael beggars himself on the altar of his love |
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And you can tell him that that's not the way to live |
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And oh how the wind has blown |
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The leaves from the linden tree |
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And oh when the night grows free |
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Why does Mrs |
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Carmichael come to me? |
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Mrs Carmichael rises at ten, takes her time, is at her ease |
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Drinking coffee in slippers and negligee |
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Opens the door and the milkman brings her dreams, there's no-one sees |
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Except the statue of |
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Venus and she won't say |
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And oh how the wind has blown |
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The leaves from the linden tree |
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And oh when the night grows free |
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Why does Mrs |
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Carmichael come to me? |
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Oh Mr Carmichael, captain and star of his office billiards team |
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Smiles to greet the applause as his ball goes in |
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Hurrying back, bringing his victory home but there's no-one here |
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And supper waits on the table inside a tin |
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And oh how the linden leaves |
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Lie tossed as the night wind blows |
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And struck in his silent pose |
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Mr Carmichael weeps and there's no-one knows |