i go..

so long,fare thee well
the dancer and the dancing days
have taken leave and fell
so turn down this bed of stone
quench me with the deadly nightshade
from the rose that you belong
the long December is falling now
running down the streets to nowhere
music is my life
you're my sweetest nightingale
but i can't hear it here no more
and i go..i go...

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