I wish
that we were meant to see
What is and isn’t meant to be.
If you can’t see that I’m in love,
I think I ought to go.
It took so long to write this song.
I’m still not sure it’s right or
wrong.
I have so much I want to say, but
you don’t want to know.
We’ve loved a while in our odd
style,
And I’ve been glad to make you
smile.
I thought sometimes I’d reached
your heart, but I could never tell.
They seek him here, they seek him
there.
Those Frenchies seek him
everywhere.
Is he in Heaven or in Hell, that
damned, elusive Pimpernel?
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