Duvalier was a bitter man who cursed the morning sun That brought a new betrayal every day He shunned the world of mortals and the sounds of human tongues And blessed the night that chased their sight away A disillusioned dreamer who would never love again Who’d tried of it and found that it was rotten Preferring perfect strangers to the company of friends For strangers are so easily forgotten Oh it’s hard to keep believing when you know you’ve been deceived To face a lie and dare to try again   but there’s nothing like a woman with a spell of make believe   to make a new believer of a man Duvalier took the fickle turns of fortune in his stride Expecting next to nothing out of life Till fortune found a girl who fanned a flame he thought had died Whose burning beauty cut him like a knife She touched him through the senses that his mind could not control Then smiling stepped aside and watched him fall Betrayed by his own body and the hunger in his soul Duvalier was a dreamer after all   Oh it’s hard to keep believing when you know you’ve been deceived To face a lie and dare to try again   but there’s nothing like a woman with a spell of make believe   to make a new believer of a man