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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 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 |
