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• Artiste: Al Stewart
• Titre: A Long Way Down From Stephanie
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Maid, truly I see now it must be a long way down And with love's bud shorn Now must all dalliance hither crumble and wither Oh strange, methought it strange Thou couldst deprive me of my crown And my freedom that thou cast upon me as Litter bears fruit of bitter strain And I would go forsooth to the dragon's tooth If thus a chance were gained To resurrect that part of your wanton heart To whose grave my own is chained And hold, ere thou dost go Were not thy moments gilded too And in honesty didst thou not measure for measure Countenance pleasure Cold were't thou so cold This in thy mind be frozen too And will not Spring be reborn But might the sun thaw the frost here That all be not lost herein And I would rather, Zounds! It were hell's own hounds Whose foul breath upon my face Did portent my doom, than to bear the gloom Of a world stripped of thy grace And so in truth I know Yes it will be a long way down And if go thou must, ere we should meet accidental Prithee be gentle And though distant now Perchance the hand of time may soothe And though lost at six, if I should live to be seven I might forget Stephanie