Perchance there walked a knight

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Even-tide, in a garden of rain;

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Love, bruised and mute, broke free,

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Lost within a lake of pain.

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Eternal was the theme they wove,

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And their fate was dark as night;

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Still, the lovers walked free, within the forest grove.

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Above, the birds fell silent,

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Nervous of the approaching storm;

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Doom dripped from clouds formed when love was born.

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Mercy, she begged from her lover,

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Even as she left him for dead;

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Lost in a forest of streams,

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Injured and brought to the marriage-bed.

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Stars dancing on water,

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And gold vanished in wells;

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Never to sit on the finger,

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Doom rang like a bell;

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Even-tide, in a garden of rain.

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