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I gave her eyes my own to take |
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and round she turned my sake |
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My hands in need, |
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and gave herself indeed |
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I met a girl down in the meads |
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A fading rose was on her cheeks |
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Her honey eyes were dreaming wild |
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Full beautiful, a fairy-child |
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And on the floor she's all alone |
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I sit upon this cold, grey stone |
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And I dream my time away |
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yet conversing as I may |
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And the stars through the spears |
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My heart waters full of tears |
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Run in blood down the wall |
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for another give You ease |
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Do You know who made You |
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You are called by what You do |
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Into spheres, spheres we see |
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Joy reduced to misery |
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I fell my strength to fade |
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Almost asleep, my only sake |
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She spoke the word, used the clue |
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"I love You true..." |
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And the fields, black and bare |
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The eternal winter's there |
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Fed with cold, fearless hands |
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in a rich and fruitful land |
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And the sun does never shine |
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Joy another loss of mine |
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In what distant deeps or skies |
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burned the fire of Your eyes |
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- fire - |
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Never end... |