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Let us toast, to sweet sorrow Let us touch the cold hand of fate And let us forget all tomorrows in the shadow of today And let us forgive their trespass For they know not what they've done In the ruins of the garden, the ground is blistered from the sun Try to keep what's buried in the ground And cry, until the walls all tumble down And I make a high and lonesome sound Ohh Come, you rogues, come, you vultures And taste the devil's own delights There are thrills and tortures See all manner of strange sights And the moonlight falls narcotic As we wait for the undertow Speaking words forbidden As the candles all glow Try to keep what's buried in the ground And cry, until the walls all tumble down And I make a high and lonesome sound Try to keep what's buried in the ground And cry, oh, cry until the walls all tumble down And I make a high and lonesome sound And then we kissed along the riverside The twilight came alive The water flowed, and the birds did sing I knew I'd always be by your side
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