I'm writing this to say goodbye
To what you never should reply
That of all the lords and demons that you leave
I stand entirely alone
That is to say, your loving me
Would be your only crime
And isn't it a pity
You can see your duty clearly
In the midst of some great city
In the midst of all this love
Many men have loved the bells
You fasten to the rein
And everyone who wanted you
Found what she would always want again
And I'd have been the dust for you
And I'd have been the grass for you
But you tell me with your beauty
You can see your duty clearly
In the midst of New York City
In the midst of all my love
Your body like a searchlight
In the prism of my need
Oh, I would share your loneliness
And I demand your greed
And everything depends upon
How near you sleep to me
And isn't it a pity
You can see your duty clearly
In the midst of New York City
In the midst of all our love
I will be writing this
When you are so very young again
That the forests that you burned away
And then sailed away are truly, truly gone
I will be waiting where a star fishes your hand
And the jewels for your shoulders
Fall through the walls of sand
Fall through the walls of sand
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