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When I first saw your
I liked the ones of
Then you to hang up me
You to portray me

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

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

Somewhere in a
I a page about you
I see that now Josephine
Who cannot be you

I keep house in fit repair
I dust the portraits
Your mail comes here from
The looks like ladies

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

I you all my pretty years
we began to weather
And I was left to here
While you west for pleasure

And now you're bock this way
Like some lost pigeon
monitored your brain, you say
And you with religion

Lady, love me now I was dead
I am no saint, down your bed
Lady, you no heart, that's what you said
Well, I can be
But let me be with you

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