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Child of the pure unclouded brow |
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And dreaming eyes of wonder! |
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Though time be fleet and I and thou |
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Are half a life asunder |
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Thy loving smile will surely hail |
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The love gift of a fairytale. |
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Thy loving smile will surely hail |
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The love gift of a fairytale. |
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I have not seen thy sunny face |
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Nor heard thy silver laughter: |
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No thought of me shall find a place |
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In thy young life's hereafter |
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Enough that now thou wilt not fail |
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To listen to my fairytale |
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Enough that now thou wilt not fail |
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To listen to my fairytale. |
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A tale begun in other days |
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When summer suns were glowing- |
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A simple chime that served to time |
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The rhythm of our rowing- |
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Whose echoes live in memory yet |
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Though envious years would say "forget." |
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Whose echoes live in memory yet |
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Though envious years would say "forget." |
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Come hearken then ere voice of dread |
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With bitter tidings laden |
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Shall summon to unwelcome bed |
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A melancholy maiden! |
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We are but older children dear |
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Who fret to find our bedtime near. |
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We are but older children dear |
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Who fret to find our bedtime near. |
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Without the frost the blinding snow |
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The stormwind's moody madness- |
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Within the firelight's ruddy glow |
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And childhood's nest of gladness. |
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The magic words shall hold thee fast: |
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Thou shalt not heed the raving blast. |
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The magic words shall hold thee fast: |
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Thou shalt not heed the raving blast. |
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And though the shadow of a sigh |
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May tremble through the story |
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For "happy summer days" gone by |
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And vanish'd summer glory- |
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It shall not touch with breath of bale |
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The pleasance of our fairytale. |
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It shall not touch with breath of bale |
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The pleasance of our fairytale. |
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Though time be fleet and I and thou |
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Are half a life asunder |
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Thy loving smile will surely hail |
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The love gift of a fairytale |