was young and I was in my day
Sure, I'd steal one woman's
An d I'd sing into the dawning,
I was born beneath the stars
that promised all I could have lived
my life without Cassandra's call
But the wheel of fortune took me
From the highest point she shook me
by the bottle I shall fall
There in the mirror of the wall
I see the dream is fad ing
From the contender to the bronze
The ring, the rose, the matador,
a drunken down on the stream
He will count me out to ten and
Wrap the starry plough around me
Let the pipe as I resound me
There I rest until the Lord
There in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fad ing
From the contender to the brawl
There in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fad ing
Let the pipers arise on me
There I'll rest until the
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