Oh you’ll live
only until tomorrow
oh what gives ?
nothing but our sorrow
poor darling
you’ve been brought low
Harvest comes
oh it sure overruns us
love has gone
and its shadow shuns us
poor darling
what is all the fuss ?
If this museum burns down
with all its tearful clowns
and its many stags at bay
Silly Milly will just say
poor darling
it was simply not your day
poor darling
Love is strange
not only in the manger
love is change
into something stranger
poor darling
all outside your range
Forget the past
just stare into the future
questions asked
by all the absent tutors
poor darling
looking for Venus in furs
refr.
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