| I met her in a dream
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| A night, clear as a mountain stream
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| But our dreams are not our own
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| On the morning breezes they have flown
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| So come near
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| Sit and hear
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| And then rest by the fire
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| And come hear my song
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| The tale of a liar, a maiden’s gone
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| The winter’s cold, the night has come
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| And still the wind blows strong
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| And still the wind blows on
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| Glanced at me across the hall
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| She blushed, and let her eyes fall
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| And by the morrow she was gone
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| Lft but echoes on the dawn
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| Th night was long
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| The wind was strong
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| And we sat by the fire with song and wine
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| She sang with the choir, then she was mine
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| The maiden’s fair, her smile divine
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| And still I missed her sigh
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| And she danced in the fire
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| By midnight clear
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| The song of the lyre, the song I fear
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| The maiden’s fair, the cliff so near
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| And still her voice is here
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| And still her voice is near |