| Within the fire and out upon the sea
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| Crazy Man Michael was walking
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| He met with a raven with eyes black as coals
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| And shortly they were a-talking
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| Your future, your future I would tell to you
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| Your future you often have asked me
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| Your true love will die by your own right hand
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| And crazy man Michael will cursed be
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| Michael he ranted and Michael he raved
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| And beat up the four winds with his fists-o
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| He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore
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| For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-o
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| You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate
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| You speak for the devil that haunts me
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| For is she not the fairest in all the broad land
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| Your sorcerer’s words are to taunt me
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| He took out his dagger of fire and of steel
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| And struck down the raven through the heart-o
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| The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin
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| And the cold earth did wonder and startle
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| O where is the raven that I struck down dead
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| And here did lie on the ground-o
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| I see that my true love with a wound so red
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| Where her lover’s heart it did pound-o
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| Crazy Man Michael he wanders and calls
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| And talks to the night and the day-o
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| But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is plain
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| And he longs to be far away-o
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| Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes
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| And asks the wild wolves their pardon
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| For his true love is flown into every flower grown
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| And he must be keeper of the garden |