Take flight my Madison
That I may give you up
I left my courage back in OZ's tale

Our passion had been spent
Along the banks of France
A musical from romance, now despair

When we returned to home
Our garments had been thrown
But, not in lust, in savage laziness

Why must reality
Coerce us into grief
I'm calling to return our honeymoon

Our marriage still is young
Yet I am giving up
Because we lost our love when we left Frnace

For you to leave is key
I've no audacity
I beg of you to find the nerve and go.
 
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