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Duvalier was a bitter man who cursed the morning sun |
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That brought a new betrayal every day |
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He shunned the world of mortals and the sound of human tongues |
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And blessed the night that chased their sight away |
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A disillusioned dreamer who would never love again |
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Who'd tried of it and found that it was rotten |
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Preferring perfect strangers to the company of friends |
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Because strangers are so easily forgotten |
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Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been deceived |
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To face a lie and dare to try again, but there's nothing like a woman |
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With a spell of make believe to make a new believer of a man |
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Duvalier took the fickle turns of fortune in his stride |
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Expecting next to nothing out of life |
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Till fortune found a girl who fanned a flame he thought had died |
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Whose burning beauty cut him like a knife |
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She touched him through the senses that his mind could not control |
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Then smiling stepped aside and watched him fall |
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Betrayed by his own body and the hunger in his soul |
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Duvalier was a dreamer after all |
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Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been deceived |
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To face a lie and dare to try again, but there's nothing like a woman |
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With a spell of make believe to make a new believer of a man |
