| Oh, they found Guenevere
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| With her bold cavalier
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| And as swords rang through the hall
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| Lance escaped them, one and all
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| On a day dark and drear
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| Came to trial Guenevere
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| Ruled the jury for her shame
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| She be sentenced to the flame
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| Early dawn was the time
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| She would pay for her crime
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| Or would Lancelot reappear
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| Come and rescue Guenevere?
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| I’ll wager the king himself is hoping he will return
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| Why would he have chosen five a.m. for the queen to burn?
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| When the world is black and gray, what time would be more ideal
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| For Lancelot to come and steal Guenevere?
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| As the dawn filled the sky
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| On the day she would die
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| There was wonder far and near
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| Would the king burn Guenevere?
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| Then suddenly earth and sky were dazed by a pounding roar
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| And suddenly through the dawn an army began to pour
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| And lo, ahead the army, holding aloft his spear
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| Came Lancelot to save his dear Guenevere
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| By the score fell the dead
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| As the sky turned to red
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| Countless numbers felt his spear
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| As he rescued Guenevere
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| In that dawn, in that gloom
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| More than love met its doom
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| In the dying candle’s gleam
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| Came the sundown of a dream
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| Guenevere, Guenevere
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| In that dim, mournful year
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| Saw the men she held most dear
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| Go to war for Guenevere
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| Guenevere, Guenevere
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| Guenevere, Guenevere
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| Saw the men she held most dear
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| Go to war for Guenevere
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| Guenevere, Guenevere, Guenevere |