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Raise a white sail if you love me |
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a black sail if you don't |
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Seal me up in an impregnable tower |
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or surround me with an impassable moat |
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I've heard all the stories told about love |
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(unattainable and pure) |
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but there is one love of which I'm sure |
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Your fear as honed as a battle axe, |
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I'll bear my neck, I'll wear the scar, |
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and if my nerve should fail the task |
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I know your faith will not roam too far |
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I've heard all the stories told about love |
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(two souls into one) |
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but this tale of love is one we've just begun |
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Isoldt had her Tristan, |
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but love potions are not what we need, |
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and Paris had his Helen |
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but it was infatuation that was plain to see |
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What I desire is your trust to inspire |
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this love for you which grows in me |
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Plant a rose tree on his grave |
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and on mine plant a vine, |
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as seasons pass and markers fade |
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watch them slowly intertwine |
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I've heard all the stories told about love |
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(till death do us part) |
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but our love is a vow which has been wrought |
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from heart to heart |
