The cherries that you bought at the super market
Were almost as sweet as the fleet way that you share a cigarette
In smoky whispers that decay regret
O and never will I never will I cry
From this moment on
There is only a glad song
Deep within my breast
I’ll stay high at last without a feast or fast
Ah, the memory so neatly tied so tidy
Ever in my brain
Balm for every pain
O Francis
Let loose your chances
let’s have wild dances
Out there in the rain
Yes I am again
I am again
For I have nothing more to gain
Tender is the moonlight dappling the morning
As it fades to sunlight
I look at stars which twinly are more bright
O my chief delight
O Francis
let loose your chances
Lets have wild dances
Lift another cup
For there is no faith but up
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