| From the mystic dreams of nighttime
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| I saw the clarity of my days
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| From the shades of longing
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| Looked for the familiar glow
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| The death of my wife’s slayer
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| Brought no comfort to me
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| Now a shape for loneliness
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| For a dream
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| A queen of gold I made
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| A silver bride I built
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| From the northern summer nights
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| From the winter moon
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| Responded not my girl
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| No beating heart I felt
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| I brought no sighs to the silver lips
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| No warmth from the gold
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| Within my heart a flame of desires
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| Provoked the power of my will
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| Forced into silvery shape
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| A golden queen for me
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| I made our bed under the stars
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| Covers a-plenty, bear skin hides
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| Stroked the arc of golden curves
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| Kissed the lips of silver
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| A queen of gold I made
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| A silver bride I built
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| From the northern summer nights
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| From the winter moon
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| Responded not my girl
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| No beating heart I felt
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| I brought no sighs to the silver lips
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| No warmth from the gold
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| (Queen of gold) I made her
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| (Silver bride) I built her
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| (Queen of gold) No warmth
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| (Silver bride) No love
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| (Queen of gold) I made her
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| (Silver bride) I built her
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| (Queen of gold) No warmth
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| (Silver bride) No life |