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What have you done to me?
Cruel cruel Melpomene;
Every word that she utters,
Causes me pain.

Every time that I see her,
Every time that I hear;
The whisper of her breath,
I die of the strain.

Of knowing that she's there,
Yet so far away;
Of knowing that I'll forget,
But remember again.

The sweet curve of her lips,
The silk of her hair;
The sparkle of her eyes,
Like diamonds in the rain.

And I see her before me,
As I try to sleep;
She taunts my darkest dreams,
And drives me insane.