Agony - Instrumental Version

Did I abuse her
 or show her disdain?
 Why does she run from me?
 If I should lose her
 how shall I regain
 the heart she has won from me?
 AGONY!
 Beyond power of speech.
 When the one thing you want
 is the only thing out of your reach.
 High in her tower
 she sits by the hour,
 Maintaining her hair.
 Blithe and becoming
 and frequently humming
 a light-hearted air.
 "Ahh-ah-ah-ah-ah."
 AGONY!
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 Far more painful the yours
 When you know she would go with you
 If there only were doors.
 AGONY
 Oh, the torture they teach.
 What's as intriguing-
 Or half so fatiguing
 As Whats out of reach.
 Am I not,
 Sensitive
 Clever
 Well-Mannered
 Considerate
 Passionate
 Charming
 As kind as I'm Handsome
 And heir to the throne?
 You are eveything maidens could wish for
 Then why no?
 Do I know?
 The girl must be mad.
 You know nothing of maddness.
 Till you're climbing her hair
 and you see her up there
 as you're nearing her
 All the while hearing her.
 "Ahh-ah-ah-ahhh."
 AGONY!
 MISERY!
 WOE!
 Though it's different for each.
 Always ten steps behind.
 All ways ten feet below.
 And she's just out of reach
 AGONY!
 That can cut like a knife...
 I must have her.
 To Wife.