Wherefore the calling of the choir?
To be awake for the embers of this hour?
They glow in the close of a costly art.
There's a tariff on your heart; tear it off.
But there's attacks upon mine too; what do we do?
But then the strains come through gilded avenues.
To mark refrains from what embers misconstrue:
They spark; they moan; and they rake at you.
There's a devil on your heart; tear it off!
But there's a devil on mine too; what do I do?
So no more,
You can dial out this dreadful drought in a moment or two
When I'm gone,
To be drawn to beyond;
Watch the dawn.
Here now we celebrate the day!
(Have I now one way to go?)
What grand and gallant on display!
(From the caroms, to and fro?)
And how they'll sanctify his name!
(In your arms, I'll never know.)
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