Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand riddance;
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Undress me my hauberk! - the wyern hath errant'd.
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Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears -
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I deem the brood hath wan'd -
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fore'ermore?!
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Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale a hand back.
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Hark! my dove - henceforth I bulwark thee! -
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Teathers of swans in my pillow - I cede my heart.
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Make haste! - I pray - respond my plea!
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Lo! - a sire of great awe - a knight of
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many battles!
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...And of kinsmen weeping for the slain!
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Please! - heed my words;
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In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears -
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In thy bliss I will take thee by thy hand -
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The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor -
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And harken the nighttingale sing oh so blithely!
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On his knees... A plea to harvest
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roses;
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No heed for the thorns you count!
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Wherefore vow me?
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Wherefor this gilded proffer?
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Wherefore not pay court to a maid more
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fair? -
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Morn of a joyous day! Hower 'twixt
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weed!
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Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge!
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Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy
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me;
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Lest'tis an act of wont!
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Many are the drapes that my past bury -
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Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles!
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Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy words with!!;
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I bethink dotingly only thy weal -
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Forgive me for deeming thee direfully -
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Therein abdiding with thee
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Yet I was a trifle daunt'd.
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Is for me the grandest boon!
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Cheerful Dirge
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Theatre Of Tragedy |