A voice came, to light the lamp
Without a shade,
The satin dress
Was specially made;
The glow dimmed, as the eyes blinked
Grown dark, with the rotten age,
It was a living, worth nothing
But for, all those days.
Without a shade,
The satin dress
Was specially made;
The glow dimmed, as the eyes blinked
Grown dark, with the rotten age,
It was a living, worth nothing
But for, all those days.
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