My young love said to me
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My mother won't mind
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And my father won't slight you
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For your lack of kind
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She stepped away from me
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And she moved through the fair
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And fondly I watched her
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Move here and move there
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And then she went onwards
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Just one star awake
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Like the swan in the evening
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Moves over the lake
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Last night she came to me
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My dead love came in
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So softly she came
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That her feet made no din
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And she laid her hand on me
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And this she did say
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It will not be long now
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And she moved through the fair
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She Moves Through The Fair
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| Hayley Westenra |
