| ANGELO BRANDUARDI
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| «fables and fantasies»
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| The Enchanted Lake
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| Close by Jacob’s fountain
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| Starts the strange tale I will tell
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| Where fair Madelaine met an enchanter
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| Who addressed her in a tongue few men know well
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| Said he all you wish
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| From this hour is yours for asking
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| Tell me all your desire
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| For there’s no dream I can’t fulfill it Sir be on your way I’ve no time for your games
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| Not for you do I wait here but for another
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| He will come for me and bring me a velvet gown
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| And we’ll go hand in hand to London town
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| You’re a fool if you think you won’t be mine
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| Said the enchanter to fair Madelaine
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| And yet you are young so I forgive you
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| If you’d lived my thousand years you’d play
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| Once more did he ask
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| For a wish from her heart
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| Better believe now or spells
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| I will use to make you mine
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| You’d make a fine tree that blossomed every springtime
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| Shade me in the summer and be my firewood in winter
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| This has gone to far
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| Cried out the young maid
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| Now I see you for a liar
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| Full of your own wind
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| All this talk of spells
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| What nonsense a thousand years
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| When I see your face to be younger yet than mine
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| So the enchanter spun him circles three
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| And turned her with a spell to a calm white lake
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| From the top of a tower of ivory
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| Forever he gazes on her face
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| So the enchanter spun him circles three
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| And turned her with a spell to a calm white lake
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| From the top of a tower of ivory
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| Forever he loves fair Madelaine’s face… |