I plan to write of torment in my heart
Instead of pleasures;
A kind of fight to test my art
With so few measures.

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This enigma trade confounds,
Restrains the thoughts and sounds;
I trust my chosen words reveal
The truth and core of how I feel.

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8 BARS OF LONELY--
Packed tightly in eight by me;
I hoped this chart would describe my heart;
I'm gonna play it in C.

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And from the tired list of words
That paint my world in gray-tone;
I pick them brick by brick
And hope they sing of love flown. 

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I know the words I wrote
Will fade away with the final note;  
Will the crowd be brought along
As the singer sings this song?

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8 BARS OF LONELY--
Baked lyrical recipe;
I hoped this chart would reveal my heart;
Please play it in C.