I’ve always wished I could have

an angelic voice like from up above

to sing like a sweet dove

a melodic ballad for my dearest love.

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But if my song falls only on deaf ears

and if to laugh she would prefer tears,

then that’ll be so sad after the long trying years

to finally suffer the grasp of my for long held fears.

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I’ll gather my rusty voice in all its pieces and bits,

sing out like demons quarrelling from the darkest pits

or like a dog howling on heat till she’s convulsed into some fever or severe fits.

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Yes, a little evil sometimes feels best

when so much love means nothing but a mere jest.