| My Lady d’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
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| I’ll wake you tomorrow
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| and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.
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| My Lady d’Arbanville why does it grieve me so?
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| But your heart seems so silent.
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| Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low,
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| My Lady d’Arbanville why do you sleep so still?
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| I’ll wake you tomorrow
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| and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.
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| My Lady d’Arbanville, you look so cold tonight.
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| Your lips feel like winter,
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| your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white.
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| My Lady d’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
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| I’ll wake you tomorrow
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| and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.
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| La la la la la…
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| My Lady d’Arbanville why does it grieve me so?
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| But your heart seems so silent.
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| Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low,
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| I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie,
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| I’ll always be with you
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| This rose will never die, this rose will never die.
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| I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie,
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| I’ll always be with you
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| This rose will never die, this rose will never die. |