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Say what you will about my words,

I might not get another chance.

How do you like your mercy now,

Caught sixfold in the devil's dance?

I'll never regret the things I said,

Though your thoughts of me have long gone dead.

And to this pain I solemnly swear,

All I ever wanted was away from here.

The minutes fight the second hand,

Reward becomes the reprimand.

Dishonor soon shall claim the deed,

A tome I can no longer read.

Dance with the devil and drink his wine,

Reap the fruit you sowed from the vine.

Into the fountain I cast my dime,

Leave all thought of me behind.