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Schluss mit Frost
Whose Girl she is I think I know,
his shift starts with the sunset, so
he will not see someone who tries
to charm his lovely, sloe.eyed doe.
The barmaid, being worldly-wise
fills our glasses, rolls her eyes
as I propose to leave this shack
to gaze at star-bespangled skies.
I ease her gently on her back
starting my spiel but rudely whack
against a belt of chastity
that would have held a bull in check.
"Forbidden is adultery"
engraved around the lock I see,
and "miles to go to get the key"
and "miles to go to get the key".
Never sigh for a better world it`s already composed, played and told