| Black, you are my enemy
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| And I cannot get close to thee.
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| A life is ruled by enmity,
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| And I can’t weaken that.
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| The only way that I can see
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| Is to hold you close to me
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| And love you, for it’s meant to be;
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| I weaken your attack.
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| Everything was looped and downy.
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| What was good was up from under,
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| Until black, that awful tender,
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| Came and bought my sense of wonder.
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| All at once all eyes turned at him,
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| Leaving me an unwatched body,
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| And it sagged my body’s ribcage
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| Out from under oglers' study.
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| Black was decomposing quickly;
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| This was found offensive to me.
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| This disrespect for life’s proprieties
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| Made me scared he would destroy me.
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| Black, you are my enemy
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| And I cannot get close to thee.
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| A life is ruled by enmity,
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| And I can’t weaken that.
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| The only way that I can see
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| Is to hold you close to me:
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| To love you, for it’s meant to be;
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| I weaken your attack.
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| So I thought I’d try to cut him,
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| Try to force him 'neath my level.
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| The only way to equal to him
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| Would be hit him with a shovel.
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| But to really rise above him…
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| That would be the final evil.
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| So, instead, I asked the sucker
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| If he cared to see my rooms,
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| And as a friend, and as a comrade,
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| And all the things that these imply
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| Made him leave what it was that he had
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| Used to keep us unallied.
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| Black, you are my enemy
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| And I cannot get close to thee.
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| A life is ruled by enmity,
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| And I can’t weaken that.
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| The only way that I can see
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| Is to hold you close to me:
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| To love you for it’s meant to be;
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| I weaken your attack.
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| Now black and I, we are together:
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| Fairly just inseparable,
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| And in the terriblest of weather
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| Our bond is incorruptible.
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| Black, you are my enemy
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| And I cannot get close to thee.
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| Our life is ruled by enmity,
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| And I can’t weaken that.
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| The only way that I can see
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| Is to hold you close to me:
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| To love you, for it’s meant to be;
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| I weaken your attack. |