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