Mary, Mary quite contrary
I need you with something very
Much like a longing to possess
The secret of your happiness
In my garden you will stay
For only there with you may I lay
~Where night will never turn to day~
Here only in captivity you remain
I find it is not ropes but chains
That bounds my soul to you
For you have gained the coup
The butterflies that now do come
Carry tales of how I was undone
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