To the doting boys by, your side Riding roughshod on your starless nights To she who played concertos, foul and black, Upon my heart strings and never looked back What became of those, wild charms? The deep fry of the tide? The tug of the stars? How it stares me, how it stares me now To think my fire burnt them out.
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