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When I saw your gallery
I the ones of ladies
Then you began to up me
You to portray me

In ice and greens and old blue
And naked in the
Then you got into scenes
That all work discloses

Lady, don't love me, now I am
I am a saint, turn your bed
I have no heart, that's what you
You said, "I can be
But let me be with you"

in a magazine
I a page about you
I see now it's Josephine
Who cannot be you

I keep house in fit repair
I the portraits daily
Your mail here from everywhere
The writing looks like

Lady, please me now, I am dead
I am a saint, turn down bed
I no heart, that's what you said
You said, "I can be
But let me be with you"

I gave you all my years
we began to weather
And I was left to winter
While you went west for

And now you're flying bock way
Like some homing pigeon
They've your brain, you say
And changed you religion

Lady, please me now I was dead
I am no saint, turn down bed
Lady, have you no heart, what you said
Well, I can be
But let me be gentle you

When I saw your gallery
I liked the of ladies
But now their follow me
And all their eyes look