| When I was a boy I knew the lady of the lake
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| And I was her favorite child
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| She wore a white gown her yellow hair hanging down
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| And her voice like a shadow, was gentle and kind
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| Everyday to the sea we would go hand in hand
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| And build great white castles, civilizations in sand
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| And I would paint her pictures with a seaweed brush
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| And gather seashell jewels for her, as stars watched over us
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| When I was a boy I knew the lady of the lake
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| And I was her favorite child
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| She wore a white gown her yellow hair hanging down
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| And a voice like a shadow, was gentle and kind
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| Sometimes we’d set sail straight for the sun
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| As down the dome of sky it fled
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| And sometimes we’d try to catch it as it spun
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| To the deep sea comfort of the seagreen bed
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| The lady of the lake is gone, lost with childhoods mind
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| But the intoxication lingers on and I remember the time
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| When I would paint her pictures with a seaweed brush
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| And gather seashell jewels for her, as the stars watched over us
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| When I was a boy I knew the lady of the lake
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| And I was her favorite child |