Weeping willow woman
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Ladled on the arm
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Of the misty coast of Albany
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With its charm
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Pining pillar of the wild willows end
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Womanly waiting
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For your manly friend.
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A star 'bove the mire is her husbandly choice
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Locked in his tower
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By the enchanted voice
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Of the Starguard Rhina
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With his lips soiled with gold
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He dares to loiter
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Near our lady bold.
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Once a heart was made and cast
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In molten love
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But t'was in realms of the past.
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The Misty Coast Of Albany
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| T.Rex |
