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Annie June 27, 2011
Annie June 27, 2011
I could not win You thought me old and crazy Though you said that you drank gin You bid me, boy, turn away And your heart I did win Now I think on stardust I think what might have been I think on waves of sullen oceans For your heart I did not win Yet I can explain the moon at full I can explain mortal sin I can explain 10 drops of dew But your love I could not win