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"The Journey Of Love"
My love for you one mile to ride there beside my Lady’s side. Alas! I’m but overbold in a cloud of gold, a forester’s son seen in sunshine, with many colors in a garden green. My spindle for thee threads by fire light, your face faded pale dark eyes through a veil. Where to now I cry for you our love forever there so true, one grave the room our chapel love in heaven we ring the bell. Sapphire colored in the night flaming through the sky, lightning in the groves the garden closed. No reply was told in days of old, I know not why our love goodbye, there to fly far away so fair a new home there. Stars dance twinkling bright the forest garden alight, two lovebirds in a row alone in the bower, hidden the tower my love betrothed -
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