No my dear Mrs. Cratchett I cannot stay to share your meal Though it would warm my heart To see you at last dine as you deserve For though you might love me tonight You could only love the man that I've become You rightly cursed the man I was While those people waiting there Still had some love for the bitter man I was They reached out their hand to me Though each year I slapped it down Perhaps some day I'll be a man Such good people might endear For tonight though I'll seek out Those who loved me in the dark Yet rest easy gentle lady as I go I shall not lapse in this accord I've tightly gripped the golden cord
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