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Sing me the blues from those lips a'quiver

as you linger on breaths, tired to deliver

restless hearts do well not to falter

when loving and living and leaving the altar



Through nights of splendour and nights of fear

strucking chords in my heart, sing for me, my dear

when another day passes, time better spent

in another place, with lack of arguement



Close your eyes, which are as red as the rose

that you held before you before the passionate throes

wild at heart, but bent on taming the beast

left well enough alone, or left alone, at least



Left now with nothing but a haunting sweet sound

in a place which is full of lust abound

and offer me, sweet, a place which I can lay

to sing out my dreams until the end of this day.