Now you've gone away all I can hear is the whispering of blood in my veins
And the loud clamour of tears in the darkness.
I used to be so afraid, so very afraid, that you'd reject my love,
Now I feel the nails pierce my hands and feet
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O God, please stop the endless flow
Of cliches from this poet's pen -
In case you didn't already know
He's fallen deep in love again! !
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When I spend some time with other folk
They think that I'm a friendly bloke
Who listens carefully, cracks a joke
Now and then, and often smiles,
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You make me dream of ghostly fleas
And bring policemen to their knees -
I have to say, because of this,
That loving you's a stange disease.
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You could be dead before the dawn
Lost in a pile of second-rate porn,
Admit it now, you've had it, mate,
It's just no good, love came too late
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I'm addicted to drink,
But I'm more addicted to you,
Whatever you think!
When you smile
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I know I always can depend
On your sweet charity - I know you'd lend
A helping hand and be my friend,
But will the heart-ache never end?
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There's something special I can't define,
A certain quality or grace,
That makes me wish that you were mine -
It's written in your eyes and face.
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I'm doomed to love that never is returned;
That beauty and that truth that I've discerned
Have tempted me, I got my fingers burned
When I reached out for the love for which I've yearned.
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I'm frightened as a little mouse
And so I drink THE FAMOUS GROUSE,
It gives me solace, makes me brave
And hastens me to an early grave!
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