| And when the moon enrapts the streams
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| And trembles on the fen
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| A thousand years have flown it seems
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| Since then
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| For if today I part the veil
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| And see what time portended
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| I feel that long ago the tale
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| Was ended
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| Little I knew in youth’s enchantment
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| That it is alike absurd
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| Or to lean against a shadow
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| Or believe a woman’s word
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| For if today I part the veil
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| And see what time portended
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| I feel that long ago the tale
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| Was ended
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| Though she once betrayed
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| Though empty words spoken
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| I wished she’d have stayed
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| Remained with a heart that’s broken
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| For I no longer am confined
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| In that sweet country’s spell
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| I have left you far behind
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| Farewell
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| Fair autumn still its breeze delays
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| Upon the springs that wail and sigh
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| And through the leaves the whisper strays
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| Of my sad dreams that now must die |