| A lady with an elven skin
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| Came brisk and bright in my darkest dream
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| «I make a deal with you,"she said
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| «If you show me the mud god made men of.»
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| For I can give you, I can give
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| All the things you lost, all the things you miss
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| I can give you, I can give
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| Heaven gifts and hells darkest wishes
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| She held the silence in her hands
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| Then she gave me to drink from the golden well
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| So gracefully and strong she was
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| Lulled me asleep in yonder grass
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| For I can give you, I can give
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| All the things you lost, all the things you miss
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| I can give you, I can give
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| Heaven gifts and hells darkest wishes
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| So she took me, so I went
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| On a carriage of ivory
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| Through mist and rain, to distant islands
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| Hearing her sing
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| For I can give you, I can give
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| All the things you lost, all the things you miss
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| I can give you, I can give
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| Heaven gifts and hells darkest wishes
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| Seven years and seven days, my heart, asleep
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| My chest in her white hands, alive, alive
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| She held me, but my fear remained
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| So I returned to the muddy well
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| To find friends and family buried and gone
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| For I can give you, I can give
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| All the things you lost, all the things you miss
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| I can give you, I can give
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| Heaven gifts and hells darkest wishes |