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Lyrics of Love and Laughter

Lithe was her form like a willow. She beckoned, What could I do save to follow and follow, Nothing of right or result cold be reckoned; Life without her was unworthy and hollow.

Ay, but I wronged thee, my brother, my brother; Ah, but I loved her, thy beautiful wife. Shade of our father, and soul of our mother, Have I not paid for my love with my life?

Dark was the night when, revengeful, I met you, Deep in the heart of a desolate land. Warm was the life-blood which angrily wet you Sharp was the knife that I felt from your hand.

Wept you, oh, wept you, alone by the river, When my stark carcass you secretly sank. Ha, now I see that you tremble and shiver; 'Twas but my spirit that passed when you shrank!

Weep not, oh, weep no, 't is over, 't is over; Stir the dark weeds with the turn of the tide; Go, thou hast sent me forth, ever a rover, Rest and the sweet realm of heaven denied. 

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