So long, fare thee wellThe dancer and the dancing days have taken leave and fellSo turn down this bed of stoneQuench me with the deadly nightshade from the rose that you belongThe long December rain is falling nowRunning down on streets to nowhereMusic is my life youre my sweetest nightingaleBut I cant hear it here no moreAnd I goI goHush now, dont shake or breakWords have fallen silent like
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