I have a pistol here, by this heart of mine
And you don't think I will but I just might
Gonna keep it close, you will see
That it's not for you, it's just for me
The rank black in all sunrise
And look-aways from lonely eyes
Desperation goes unsung
A crowded room that weighs a ton
The flat land where winter tries
To chill the earth until it might
Be hard enough to take me in
With arbor kill and violins.
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