I spoke so well that evening
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I sang so well of light
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Wish I may wish I might
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Have this wish I wish tonight
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The more we sang of wonders
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The more we drank our wine
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Suddenly a ghost appeared
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The clock sang number nine
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We spoke from end of table
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His majesty, the chief
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- You shall take what you deserve
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From comfort and relief
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This words combined with manhood
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- In alcohole entwined -
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Made all the saying into jokes
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And good eyes into blind
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I tried to taste their warfare
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- My lips could barely move
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When I did as much as I could do
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To fit into their groove
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But as it proved impossible
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To satisfy their needs
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I solved my little problem
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And accomplished all my deeds
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For I spoke so well that evening
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I sang so well that night
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Wish I would
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Wish I could be swallowed
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By your light
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Vanish In The Absence Of Virtue
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In the Woods |