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My love, I am a wealthy poet,
Wealthy poet of renown. (repeat)
So when itâs time to run again,
Your wealthy poet of renown
Will bribe you cross a thousand borders,
Run you till youâre safe and sound.
Iâll get you a teardrop ruby,
Teardrop ruby for your throat. (repeat)
So when itâs time to run again,
Weâll take that ruby from your throat,
You will sew that red, red ruby
In the lining of your coat.
Iâll get you a pretty passport,
With your picture for the frame.(repeat)
So when itâs time to run again,
Weâll put your picture in the frame,
Soon you will forget this country,
Soon you will forget your name.
Iâll get you a book of matches,
Book of matches in your hand. (repeat)
So when the border guarders catch us,
With those matches in your hand,
You will burn your fingerprints,
Beyond all recognition.
The way you dance, you step so lightly,
Step so lightly, I can see, (repeat)
Youâll be the one Iâll take to run
A thousand borders,
Stepping lightly,
Run with me.
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