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Catherine De Barra
You've murdered my thinking
I gave you my heart
You left the thing stinking
I'd break from your spell
If it weren't for my drinking
And the wind bites more bitter
With each light of morning
I envy the road
The ground you tread under
I envy the wind
Your hair riding over
I envy the pillow
Your head rests and slumbers
I envy, to murderous envy
Your lover
'Til the light shines on me
I damn to hell
Every second you breathe
I envy
Oh, my Catherine
For your eyes smiling
And your mouth singing
With time, I'd have won you
With wile, I'd have won you
For your mouth singing
