Of all the Superstitions
And the premonitions
Tried all possible munitions
Still she conquered my emotions
Let her out of my mind
She was tightly bind
Came back out of the blind
To her now I am inclined
Dancing to the tunes
Sky filled with balloons
Of raisins and prunes
Mornings and afternoons
Forgot about the days
Night is only that stays
Comforting were the ways
I would only praise
Kiss of the lips that were devil red
Velvet auburn hair numbed my brain
Shh, she asked me just lay on bed
She took away my pain!
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