Torn in two Onegin wept giant tears
Rejected by the woman who loved him for years
His great blunder to spurn young love
Grasping Olga's waist oh what did he think of
Now his sweet Tatyana bid him goodbye
While he fought of great fears to give up and die
Alone in his bed he seethed with self-hatred
Soon his depression turned to great fits unsated
With his trusty pistol, he shot great holes in the walls
In deep despair, he fell into a succession of pitfalls
Then a maniac idea ran through his burning chest
To storm the castle and challenge the general blessed
So, he threw away his sadness to draft a scarlet letter
To die in the name of love he could think of nothing better(continued)
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