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Called to you at night, called to you each day, till the voice of my mind grew weary |
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Hoping you'd hear my voice as clear as the visions of you I could see |
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A full Moon rose on a night of fear, I called and prayed you'd hear me |
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A gypsy Knight you sprang from the woods, brought me to sanctuary here |
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And then the curly-haired elfin boy smiled with his eyes like a child |
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Graceful his fingers they play on the strings, gentle the song that he sings |
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You tell me to rest then, prince though you be, you ask me what you can do |
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Food you bring me and drink and clothes but I should be giving to you |
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What have I to give but my songs and my love, my dreams are yours to share |
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Give you myself and part of my world for both of us offer one prayer |
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Bells soft ring in the breeze from the woods the last dying breath of a night |
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Sleepy birds bringing their trembling warning soon it will be daylight |
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Come, wake gentle elfin boy, let love fall once more, and then |
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Teach me your song for me to take to sing your dreams over again |
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And then the curly-haired elfin boy smiled with his eyes like a child |
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Graceful his fingers they play on the strings, gentle the song that he sings |
