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Cherise was brushing her long hair gently down
It was the afternoon of carnival
As she brushes it gently down
Rubin was strumming his painted mandolin
It was inlaid with a pretty face in jade played in the carnival parade
Cherise was dressing as Pirouette in white
When a fatal vision gripped her tight

Cherise beware tonight
Rubin, Rubin, tell me truly true
I feel afraid and I don't know why I do
Is there another girl for you?

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If you could see my heart, you would know it's true
There's none Cherise, except for you, except for you
I'd swear to it on my very soul, if I lie may I fall down cold

When Rubin played on his painted mandolin
The breeze would pause to listen in before going on its way again
The masquerade began when nightfall finally woke
Like waves against the bandstand dancers broke to the painted mandolin

Looking out to the crowd who is standing there
Sweet Ruby Claire at Rubin stared, at Rubin stared
She was dressed as Pirouette in red
And her hair hung gently down

The crowd pressed round, Ruby stood as though alone
Rubin's song took on a different tone
And he played it just for her
The song that he played was the carnival parade
Each note cut a thread of Cherise's fate
It cut through like a blade

Rubin was playing his painted mandolin
When Ruby froze and turned to stone
For the strings played all alone
The voice of Cherise from the face of the mandolin
Singing Rubin, Rubin, tell me true
For I have no one but you

If you could see my heart, you would know it true
There's none Cherise, except for you, except for you
I'd swear to it on my very soul, if I lie may I fall down cold

The truth of love and unsung song must tell
The course of love must follow blind without a look behind
Rubin walked the streets of New Orleans 'til dawn
Cherise so lightly in his arms
And her hair hung gently down

Writer(s): Robert Hunter, Jerome Garcia

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