rapping at my chamber door

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I saw it all
thought of it no more
in the days we are never sure
without the things that came before

I’m sorry
but it made me feel kinda bored
disenchanted, mellow and a little sore
an attack to my very core
surely you have felt it before

and they saved me
the trumpets on the sea shore
bringing me a little joy
heavenly, merrily ever after
on a black marooned beach
without you evermore

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