Though taverns may be shuttered, a thousand times and more,
Though taverns may be shuttered, a thousand times and more,
The city overflows with those who pour from eyes, before
Though taverns may be shuttered, a thousand times and more.
If only you would draw me to your chest, embrace,
If only you would draw me to your chest, embrace,
My image, held within your heart's own sacred space,
Though taverns may be shuttered, a thousand times and more.
How can we trust the promises you make so free?
How can we trust the promises you make so free?
You, of all, are not the one who keeps fidelity,
Though taverns may be shuttered, a thousand times and more.
Those who cannot see the shadows that they hold,
Those who cannot see the shadows that they hold,
Are mirrored by the world, their stories to be told,
Though taverns may be shuttered, a thousand times and more,
The city overflows with those who pour from eyes, before
Though taverns may be shuttered, a thousand times and more.
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