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Within the fire and out upon the sea |
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Crazy Man Michael was walking |
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He met with a raven with eyes black as coals |
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And shortly they were a-talking |
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Your future, your future I would tell to you |
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Your future you often have asked me |
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Your true love will die by your own right hand |
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And crazy man Michael will cursed be |
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Michael he ranted and Michael he raved |
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And beat up the four winds with his fists-o |
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He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore |
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For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-o |
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You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate |
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You speak for the devil that haunts me |
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For is she not the fairest in all the broad land |
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Your sorcerer's words are to taunt me |
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He took out his dagger of fire and of steel |
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And struck down the raven through the heart-o |
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The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin |
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And the cold earth did wonder and startle |
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O where is the raven that I struck down dead |
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And here did lie on the ground-o |
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I see that my true love with a wound so red |
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Where her lover's heart it did pound-o |
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Crazy Man Michael he wanders and calls |
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And talks to the night and the day-o |
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But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is plain |
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And he longs to be far away-o |
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Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes |
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And asks the wild wolves their pardon |
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For his true love is flown into every flower grown |
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And he must be keeper of the garden |
