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Cerise was brushing her long hair gently down It was the afternoon of Carnival As she brushes it gently down Reuben was strumming his painted mandolin It was enlaid with a pretty face in jade Played the Carnival Parade Cerise was dressing as Pirouette in white When a fatal vision gripped her tight Cerise, beware tonight Reuben, Reuben, tell me truly true I feel afraid and I don't know why I do Is there another girl for you If you could see in my heart You would know it's true There is none, Cerise, except for you Except for you I swear to it on my very soul If I lie may I fall down cold When Reuben played on his painted mandolin The breeze would stop and listen in Before going its way again Masquerade began when nightfall finally woke Like waves against the bandstand dancers broke To the painted mandolin Looking out on the crowd, who is standing there?

The WELL: Reuben and Cerise Robert Hunter 2004