All over the night,
She was by my side,
And the bed I felt a desert!
My blind will received no poke,
I waited upon the bosom of a mirage,
I saw me bearing a dead body in my carriage!
Once she shook her hand with my wealth,
For my enamored eye leased the blue lust,
And all she did was a staged trust!
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