| Lady, weeping at the crossroads
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| Would you meet your love
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| In the twilight with his greyhounds
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| And the hawk on his glove?
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| Bribe the birds then on the branches
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| Bribe them to be dumb
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| Stare the hot sun out of heaven
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| That the night may come
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| Starless are the nights of travel
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| Bleak the winter wind
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| Run with terror all before you
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| And regret behind
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| Run until you hear the ocean’s
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| Everlasting cry
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| Deep though it may be and bitter
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| You must drink it dry
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| Wear out patience in the lowest
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| Dungeons of the sea
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| Searching through the stranded shipwrecks
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| For the golden key
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| Push into the world’s end, pay the
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| Dread guard with a kiss
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| Cross the rotten bridge that totters
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| Over the abyss
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| There stands the deserted castle
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| Ready to explore
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| Enter, climb the marble staircase
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| Open the locked door
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| Cross the silent empty ballroom
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| Doubt and danger past
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| Blow the cobwebs from the mirror
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| See yourself at last
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| Put your hand behind the wainscot
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| You have done your part
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| Find the penknife there and plunge it
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| Into your false heart |