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Funeral Portrait The

You wait by the window Morning's breath on the sill Idle hands given another try So you wait and you savour the moment Outside the canvas turned

You wait by the window Morning's breath on the sill Idle hands given another try So you wait and you savour the moment Outside the canvas turned white

You wait by the window Morning's breath on the sill Idle hands given another try So you wait and you savour the moment Outside the canvas turned white

I homeless sought you under the moonlight in the woods as you comb thy black hair in the heart of moon ah they thieved the jeroboam of thy love's wine

I drank alone the poison of love with endless sacrifice how was sweet as she never knows is my paramour I burnt in my dead love's flames but I do

I homeless sought you under the moonlight in the woods as you comb thy black hair in the heart of moon ah they thieved the jeroboam of thy love's wine

wish we were in a palace out of the world where the others and anything never be seen wish we imprisoned in a colourless tableau to take forgotten hopes

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me. (Haha!) Yeah I'm back baby Cudder. Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture Lovelier now, but dressed for a funeral Begging you to sit for a portrait