I've come to you a pretty girl
I've come to you just right
I'm longing for your arms abhor
I'm offered you tonight.
I call you for the favored vail
Your more where I can't feel
And beg you for the ones who live
that others form your keel
And make you come to see me bleed
where others force their beil
And take you to their land of time
that all will be to Hell
And tell you that you haven't lived
till others see your sail
And ask you if you've lived that way
for all you did to fail
And bring you to another land
that others will prevail
And take you only by the hand
you handed me to bail
And say to you you've never lived
until you're on your own
And blessings come to all who live
not knowing their unknown
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