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Tis a beautiful woman this Lady of Shalott
Cursed to live in a tower, to only view the world thru a mirror
All day, all night does she weave tapestries of the scenes
She sees in her mirror of travellers on their way to Camelot
"I am half sick of the shadows," says the Lady of Shalott
Sir Lancelot she sees and defying the curse, she looks
That mirror instantly cracks and the room does shake
In the dark of night she leaves the tower and steals a boat
With a tapestry trailing in the water and hair wet to her waist
The Lady travels down the river to Camelot and Sir Lancelot
Alas, during the night she dies and on the shores of Camelot is found
Sir Lancelot gazes at her, "she has a lovely face"