Pardon him
My worthlessness I mean
He looks like joy
And everything fine
So soft
At the corner
Would roll down the cheeks
At my order
By my side
On sleepless nights,
Awaits my trial
And steals my pride
Just this once
When I did win
He chose to be joy
And masquerade well
Just this once,
And I did win
Oh well, he stole,
And my heart, is heavy again;
Could you pardon him,
My worthlessness I mean
For he is, my only true honour;
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