For my dearest Ciska
Torn in four by four mens' hands
Tissue paper was I
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NIGHTINGALE, THEIR APPETITE LEAD YOU ASTRAY
ALL THEIR WAY, WAS YOUR WAY DOWN HERE
NIGHTINGALE, THEIR ADVISE LEAD TO YOUR PAIN
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WINTER'S TURNED ON ME, A COLD HAND, NO HAND
WHITER THAN PALE HERE, A COLD CHANCE, NO CHANCE
TO KNOW YOU WELL OR TO SHOW YOU JUST HOW I FEEL
SO TELL PETER I'VE GONE
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