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Theatre Of Tragedy

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Frie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a facade;
A serenade siren'd to lure - zounds! not to court me?
A mnad, yet the sweetest colleen -
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.

Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe i lauds to death,
Yet who the hell was i to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

Ddally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
Caus'd for all eyes mazd to behold a mele;
In the midst did i swainly cast thee my bouquet:
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,

A poet of tragedies, scribe i lauds to death,
Lorelei,
Lorelei,
Yet who the hell was i to dare?
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Perchance author i thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,

Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:
'tween ther and 'nether art thou the peerless phnix -
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.

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