I used to sit by my fireplace
And dream about you.
But now that won't do.
There's a flaw in my flue
Your lovely face in my firplace
Was all that I saw
But now it won't draw
My flue has a flaw
From every beautiful ember a memory arose
Now I try to remember and smoke gets in my nose
It's not as sweet as the unit-heat
To dream about you
So darling, adieu
There's a flaw in my flue.
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