| Down by the lake in November rain
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| Ghostly trees veiled in mists of grey.
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| There upon the shore lay a knight who swore
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| He’d set out for a precious prey.
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| When a graceful swan dressed in purest white
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| Stepped ashore in the dead of the night.
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| And before his eyes, taking off her disguise
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| She turned to a maiden fair
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| O how much he longed to forever behold
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| The beauty he met by that lake.
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| And within his reach lay all he could seek
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| Her magic was his to take.
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| With his heart set to burn too strong was his yearn
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| His glance was fixed by the queen
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| In an instant of time he made up his mind
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| And took away her white plume.
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| Despite all her pleas, caught in selfish needs
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| He tied her in magical bond.
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| She followed the spell and guarded him well
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| Forever to keep him safe.
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| Until one sad day in the first dawn of May
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| The knight then met with his fate.
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| For when battle arose she was watching too close
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| And died by the blow of his sword.
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| Down by the lake in November rain
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| A knight walks the lonely shore.
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| Falling down on his knees he is begging her please,
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| Rise for me evermore!
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| But he cries out in vain, too strong is his pain,
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| The maiden forever lost!
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| Now the proud knight is dying, his cruel heart is lying
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| Next to the one he loved most. |