so long, fare thee well,
the dancer and the dancing days have taken leave and fell,
so turn down this bed of stone,
quench me with the deadly nightshade from the rose that u belong,
the long December rain is falling now,
running down on streets to nowhere,
music is my life u're my sweetest nightingale,
but i cant hear it here no more,
and I go..
I go..
hush
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