Down by the river where the old willows bow
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Marked by time, their branches hanging low
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There where the aspens stand and hide
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Witness stories, day and night
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Along these trees, a river runs
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Its water cobalt blue
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It accompanies the road through the fields of rye
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Leading to a castle all folks knew
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Camelot
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On an island in the river, covered with flowers
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Dwells a lady, wrapped in secrecy
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Between tower walls that embower
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Her being, being a mystery
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Sniffing, in tears; a flower
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While standing in the casement
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Fairy lady in the tower
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Who has seen her wave her hand?
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Who has seen her wave her hand?
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At the fields the reapers listen
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And whisper: "that's the lady in the tower"
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A voice like an angels harmonic echoing
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They go numb, as her voice grows louder
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And when the shallop drifts at night
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Down to many towered Camelot
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Floating along, where roses grow wild
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Where the lady royally apparelled
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With a pearl garland around her head
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Serene she sleeps in the tower on her velvet bed
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Who Has Seen Her Wave Her Hand
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| Autumn |
