I am rarely in a pub
I had never been in Kerry
but that evening I found myself
in a pub in
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Come to me, O’ come to me, hear the ring hum.
You seem so innocent and peaceful, yet so full of woe.
It is a shame that you shall be your own worst foe.
I will heal you from peace, I will cure you of sleep.
You have a promise to keep until then you shall weep.
You are my owner, I am your master.
I bend you to my will, you will be my pastor.
You are no longer Smeagol, you are my Gollum.
You will be happy I promise, don’t be so solemn.
You will keep me and cherish me, I shall be your precious.
I will hold you and enslave you. My evil will be infectious.
I give you eternal life and malice in your head,
Now you must idolize the thought of being dead.