It's half past noon and we're still stuck in the middle
Of lover's spat made headway yesterdays ago
Fiddle was I who got paid to solve its riddle
Love ill-fated to fall apart from the get-go
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Come and stay with me as I go along with you
Follow you down the abyss of your misery
Weed the murk of what was once a red rosy view
Left unconscious to uncover its mystery