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Reprise — there is a devilAlright, there is a devil,more subtle and bewitching than I might have guessed, and thru her subterfuge she's caught me unaware. She's more bold more daring than my innocence allowed. She knows my secret life, foils my plans. Ah, she's a beauty who teases my faith, distracts me from a safer freer path, waiting till a moment when I thought she posed no threat, no more. She strikes at my heart with an inspired flattery. She's waited till a time when ethics and caution could hold me back no longer. Sweet beautiful cruelty with long black hair and modesty, everything I would hope you to be. Be my companion, my lover, my agony. Swift arrow from the bushes, taunt me, torture me, brilliant spark of light I don't deserve. Yes, there is a dark demon who laughs and mocks me, who takes the pleasure that should be mine. Yes, she's here. I feel her with threads tied thru my spine. She's waited till my guard was down and does me the awful damage I knew too well she could. (C) 7/24/96 (7/17/00) Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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