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Have mercy on their children for they play with idle handsTheir laughter is their folly and their statues never standThe values of a man can never changeHe yields them when he speaks his lover's nameWe took them from above, as bird with broken backHis scene was in the wind, his eggs had never hatchedHow strange that she should know him, if only by a nameHis scent was so peculiar, so fragile was his frameHe charmed them with the malice of a childWhose dignity had since been running wildHe is the sunlight over you when crops are screaming rainHe is the willing servant of those in need of painA witness to the eyesight of the blindHe is a burning question in the mindA whisper to a scream, as prelude to a dreamRemembrance to the lost, he's come to melt the frostWith hatred in his eyes, and a love that never diesHis beauty never fades, without it he decaysSo pray the end comes quickly boy, and sturdy up that spineJust know that he has reached you with every glass of wineHe sullies you with reason and he tempts you with his glanceAnd kisses you with crimson just to lead you by the handJust know that he is at your door tonightJust know that he is at your heels tonight From Letras Mania