Lady, weeping at the crossroads
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Would you meet your love
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In the twilight with his greyhounds
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And the hawk on his glove?
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Bribe the birds then on the branches
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Bribe them to be dumb
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Stare the hot sun out of heaven
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That the night may come
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Starless are the nights of travel
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Bleak the winter wind
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Run with terror all before you
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And regret behind
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Run until you hear the ocean's
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Everlasting cry
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Deep though it may be and bitter
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You must drink it dry
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Wear out patience in the lowest
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Dungeons of the sea
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Searching through the stranded shipwrecks
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For the golden key
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Push into the world's end, pay the
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Dread guard with a kiss
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Cross the rotten bridge that totters
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Over the abyss
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There stands the deserted castle
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Ready to explore
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Enter, climb the marble staircase
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Open the locked door
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Cross the silent empty ballroom
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Doubt and danger past
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Blow the cobwebs from the mirror
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See yourself at last
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Put your hand behind the wainscot
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You have done your part
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Find the penknife there and plunge it
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Into your false heart
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Lady Weeping At The Crossroads
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Carla Bruni |