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[Words by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy]

Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en -
By whom, know I not; 'lack! am I of twain -
And as a crux - cede I my words -
Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er
Have I been 'sooth sinsyne.
Be left without - come!

Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"List and heed", thou say'st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

Mayhap lured by the scent of lote -
'Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrounced,
How I wish for thee again,
O! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce.
Will I give thee it: Troth.

Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"List and heed", thou say'st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

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[Words by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy]  
  
Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en -  
By whom, know I not; 'lack! am I of twain -  
And as a crux - cede I my words -  
Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er  
Have I been 'sooth sinsyne.  
Be left without - come!  
  
Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,  
Ryking for me:  
Ryking for thee;  
"List and heed", thou say'st  
Wistful, whistful -  
Chancing to lure.  
Chancing to lure,  
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -  
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!  
  
Mayhap lured by the scent of lote -  
'Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote;  
For what I did my soul atrounced,  
How I wish for thee again,  
O! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce.  
Will I give thee it: Troth.  
  
Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,  
Ryking for me:  
Ryking for thee;  
"List and heed", thou say'st  
Wistful, whistful -  
Chancing to lure.  
Chancing to lure,  
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -  
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

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