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The Salesman
(What¢¥s In A Name)
By Frank Peter Hermsen

Memories

Offered for sale

From beyond the pale

Of mysteries

Leeches

Sucking your soul

Tearing your whole

Life into pieces

Mr. Salesman

I¢¥ll pay anything

To turn years

Into youth

And for a taste

Of paradise

I¢¥m prepared

To deny the truth

What¢¥s in a name

You¢¥ve got just yourself to blame

The more you run away

The more my poisoned thorn will stay

A voice in the middle of the night

"Now you¢¥ve gotta pay the price

For temptation you couldn¢¥t resist

I¢¥m the muse and you are kissed"

"Step right up, have a look"

You will pay for what you took

Step right up and have a look

Some day you¢¥ll pay for what you took

Let the sirenes sing

The thorn turns into a sting

And for the devil's sake

The sting turns into a stake

He is on the road again

Pay the salesman without name



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The Salesman
Another Tale

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