My sadness does escape me now.
I care not where I go.
The black old man takes off my clothes,
And throws me in the snow.
I gave you all I had to tell
And you gave me your will.
Well that's enough to wind a clock,
But not enough to kill.
Go away my precious doll,
Get thee gone from here.
When I close my eyes to sleep,
Please do not appear.
I emptied out your bag of toys,
And let them spin their web,
But oddly as I watched them turn,
My love begins to ebb.
I run like blood through open doors,
I go where hope bends me.
You're in my guts but evermore
Our hearts will not agree.
Go away my precious doll,
Get thee gone from here.
When I close my eyes to sleep,
Please do not appear.
Go away my precious doll,
Get thee gone from here.
When I close my eyes to sleep,
Please do not appear.
When I close my eyes to sleep,
Please do not appear.

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Writer(s): CARLA BOZULICH