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All was still when I broke the seal In dwindling winter morning shades I knew a ransom must be paid out Apostasy, a curse on me? The weaker vessel secure the grace of God Matrimonial locks, skeleton key She pursue my gaze on her A dance within a masquerade The servants ransom culled and laid out From hereditary cornucopia (hereditary cornucopia) This dire desire for wealth The lure of a prosperous well The disfigured child won't die young The hearts of us all she has won But you must leave here, ooh Silent curtsy, tearful bliss (Bless you, ooh) Carnal shame, a secret treaty The lovers bond