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A blue veil across her eyes,
And I tell you no lies,
She's beautiful.
The lady of the lake awakes,
The hours grow late,
But she's still beautiful.
A white veil across her eyes,
And I tell you no lies,
She's beautiful.
The lady of the lake rose,
The water down her body flows,
And she's beautiful.
A blue veil across her eyes,
And I tell you no lies,
She's beautiful.
The lady of the lake awakes,
The hours grow late,
But she's still beautiful.
Today a man will make her whole,
A love showing its finest toll,
And she knows...
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