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Down by the lake in November rain |
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Ghostly trees veiled in mists of grey. |
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There upon the shore lay a knight who swore |
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He'd set out for a precious prey. |
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When a graceful swan dressed in purest white |
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Stepped ashore in the dead of the night. |
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And before his eyes, taking off her disguise |
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She turned to a maiden fair |
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O how much he longed to forever behold |
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The beauty he met by that lake. |
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And within his reach lay all he could seek |
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Her magic was his to take. |
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With his heart set to burn too strong was his yearn |
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His glance was fixed by the queen |
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In an instant of time he made up his mind |
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And took away her white plume. |
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Despite all her pleas, caught in selfish needs |
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He tied her in magical bond. |
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She followed the spell and guarded him well |
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Forever to keep him safe. |
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Until one sad day in the first dawn of May |
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The knight then met with his fate. |
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For when battle arose she was watching too close |
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And died by the blow of his sword. |
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Down by the lake in November rain |
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A knight walks the lonely shore. |
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Falling down on his knees he is begging her please, |
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Rise for me evermore! |
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But he cries out in vain, too strong is his pain, |
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The maiden forever lost! |
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Now the proud knight is dying, his cruel heart is lying |
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Next to the one he loved most. |