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letra de those dancing days are gone - siobhan mckenna

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come, let me sing into your ear;
those dancing days are gone
all that silk and satin gear;
crouch upon a stone
wrapping that foul body up
in as foul a rag:
i carry the sun in a golden cup
the moon in a silver bag

curse as you may i sing it through;
what matter if the knave
that the most could pleasure you
the children that he gave
are somewhere sleeping like a top
under a marble flag?
i carry the sun in a golden cup
the moon in a silver bag

i thought it out this very day
noon upon the clock
a man may put pretence away
who leans upon a stick
may sing, and sing until he drop
whеther to maid or hag:
i carry the sun in a golden cup
thе moon in a silver bag

- siobhan mckenna

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