I took it off her just moments after. And it’s on my wrist. I do despair, this dark, dark band I take from around her hair. And I have no weapon drawn, just a fool in his lair. And she sleeps in uncertainty, the roses and the lilies in her hair. A bottle of ‘Forget-Me’ drops into your hand. And I see you dancing with this dark, dark band around your hair. And it’s on my wrist and I take it from your hair. I took it from her just moments after.
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