| A great lord came walking through the forest
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| One morning with a weapon in his hand;
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| Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing,
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| But killing was his plan;
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| When a white bird flew by she fell from the sky,
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| Nothing was found, only blood on the ground, she was gone;
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| Cursing his fortune,
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| He turned to the forest to kill once again,
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| And standing before him was a lovely young woman
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| With her hand hung in pain,
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| When he saw her his eyes were filled with desire,
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| He said «I must have her, she must be mine,
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| She will be mine…»
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| He offered her silver, he offered her gold,
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| But she threw it on the ground,
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| He fell to his knees and he begged her,
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| «Oh please come with me,
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| What you wish will be found;»
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| She said, «Sire, I’ll go if you put up your bow,
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| And spare these creatures, leave them in peace,
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| You have no need…»
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| But her words were lost in the wind
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| His eyes were fixed on a queen
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| And all he saw was a woman
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| And all she was, was a dream…
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| Oh oh… And all he saw was a woman, and all she was,
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| Was a dream… |