Sitting across the table
Your eyes my eyes meet
If only you had deemed be able
Gladly, I'd my soul cheat.
The past haunts the present
Hope bleeds the heart
Bewitching is your scent
Teach me thy cruel art
Long have I suffered
No longer can I do
Manier times I've begged
But you love this game, you do
I’ll be blind and mute
And deaf and dumb
And dance to the tune of your flute
And even though I'm sour and numb
I’d drink your poison, yes I’d do
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