Take This Waltz
Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women.
There's a shoulder where death comes to cry.
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows.
There's a tree where the doves go to die.
There's a piece that was torn from the morning,
and it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Ay, ay ay ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz,
take this waltz with the
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