(There were three)
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(There were three)
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(There were three)
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(There were three)
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As I walked on my own
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As I look for my dear home
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I felt the sun leaving me
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White choruses wait for me
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"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
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Said the first raven
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Down in yonder green field
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There lies a knight slain under his shield
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Down comes his follow doe
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As great with young, as she might go
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She lift up his bloody head
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And kissed his wounds that were so red
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She got him up on her back
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And carried him to earth and lake
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She buried him before the prime
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She was dead herself before night time
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Do you still see me?
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Do you still see me?
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In My Holy Time
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Aesma Daeva |