Empty Boxes Songtext

A beggar me, a count of empty boxes
That is all I own in this world
Oh Diana, sweet Diana

To flirt & fling a young girl dressed in ribbons
Taking fancies to those like you
Oh Diana, sweet Diana

Yet you wait with mourning in your hair
& now I need good reason, but I've none to spare
You are just a leaf that I have turned
& I am like a match that slowly burns

(repeat verse 1)
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