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One more love song
I generally like to include at least one
Or two love songs in the evening's program
Partly perhaps to convince people that even
At the harvard university graduate school
The bed of celibacy that I used to call home
We did have our moments
This one is a tender ballad entitled simply I hold your hand in mine
I hold your hand in mine dear
I press it to my lips
I take a healthy bite from
Your dainty fingertips
My joy would be complete dear
If you were only here
But still I keep your hand
As a precious souvenir
The night you died I cut it off
I really don't know why
For now each time I kiss it
I get bloodstains on my tie
I'm sorry now I killed you
For our love was something fine
Until they come to get me
I shall hold your hand in mine