Stay away from me, And leave me to pick up the pieces in the weeds. These days are seasons divided and hung for high treason, Believe you me, I cannot fathom a reason, There is a crow tapping at my chamber doors, A madness building to fleeting feet nevermore.
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Stay away from me, And leave me to pick up the pieces in the weeds. These days are seasons divided and hung for high treason, Believe you me, I cannot fathom a reason, There is a crow tapping at my chamber doors, A madness building to fleeting feet nevermore.