I have come to lie with you
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I have come to die with you
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On your padded shoulder
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And your golden chest
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In a wilderness of glass we rest
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And all the flowers they are our words
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And my chances follow dances
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Into a storm afraid
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A sweet and bitter rest he gets
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A sweet and bitter rest he gets
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I have come to lie with you
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I have come to die with you
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Genghis Khan
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| Nico |
