Pull at the heartstrings, the dying swan.
The band is still playing, yet they have gone.
Pas de deux and pirouette,
All who saw could not forget
How the men fell at her feet,
For her desire they would compete.
Yearning,
Yearning,
Yearning,
To return.
Pull at the heartstring, the dying swan.
Venus has left her the final song.
Left alone upon the stage,
Still the beauty of the age.
Sing to time and raise a glass,
Her dance leads where all will pass.
Yearning,
Yearning,
Yearning,
To return.
The band is still playing, yet they have gone.
Pas de deux and pirouette,
All who saw could not forget
How the men fell at her feet,
For her desire they would compete.
Yearning,
Yearning,
Yearning,
To return.
Venus has left her the final song.
Left alone upon the stage,
Still the beauty of the age.
Sing to time and raise a glass,
Her dance leads where all will pass.
Yearning,
Yearning,
Yearning,
To return.
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