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I must leave you for a season |
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Go out logging that hardwood timber |
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Hardwood timber that grows so low |
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In the forest of |
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Fennario Tell me what you need to live, love |
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Do you ask that you might own |
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Keep my blue-eyed hound to guard you |
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I will make my way alone |
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I will not return in winter |
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If I be not back by fall |
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Seek me when this small sunflower |
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Stands above the garden wall |
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Fare you well and |
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I would not weep |
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Bid you tend your prayers to keep |
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Hill by dale now |
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I must go |
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To the forest of |
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Fennario Nine-month blew with sleeted rain |
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And still he came not back again |
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Summoned she the hound to go |
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To seek him in |
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Fennario He came back the fated day |
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To find his lady gone away |
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Made haste to follow in her track |
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Where she could go but not turn back |
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The blue-eyed hound at her side did bay |
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While fast her breath did fade away |
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She cried out: "Turn, my love, and go I would not you see me so" |
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Fare you well and |
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I would not weep |
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Bid you tend your prayers to keep |
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Hill by dale now |
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I must go |
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To the forest of |
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Fennario I shall not turn, |
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I shall not yield |
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Oh, selfsame serpent sting my heel |
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That bleeds my lady's blood away |
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Beside the blue-eyed hound to lay |
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Angels sing their souls to sleep |
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Four winds grace their breath to keep |
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Up above yon garden wall |
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Stands the sunflower, straight and tall |
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Fare you well and |
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I would not weep |
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Bid you tend your prayers to keep |
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Hill by dale now |
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I must go |
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To the forest of |
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Fennario |
