how goes my missing shadow
eclipsed by the moon
woman makes me croon
as badly as a black cat
sings a sweet fado
must I sing a tune
yes, or howl low as a wolf
how sad not to scat
if only my voice
graced could drown bees down my throat
how this was my choice
now, old as a goat
ornery as foul Rudolf
object of no fan
object of no fan
not catch-as-catch-can
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