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On the walls of Venus's temple |
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The tale of Narcissus and Echo |
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A beautiful young nymph |
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Sentenced to repeat |
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The last words of the others |
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Never to talk first |
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She fell in love with Narcissus |
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And followed him longing to speak |
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He said "Who is here" and she replied "Here" |
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He called for her saying "Come" |
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She just replied "Come" |
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As none came near, Narcissus |
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Called her again |
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"Why do you shun me" |
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She could only say the same |
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These words hurt deep |
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His pride his actions leads |
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"I would rather die |
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Than you should have me" |
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Narcissus went forth |
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To a fountain in the north |
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He kneeled down to drink |
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And then he fell in love |
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He said "Who is here" |
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His voice kept sounding "Here" |
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He called again the one |
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That couldn't ever come |
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His face was young and |
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In the crystal waters glowed |
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His smile was cold reflecting |
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Back a thought |
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"I would rather die |
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Than you should have me" |
