Weeping willow woman Ladled on the arm Of the misty coast of Albany With its charm Pining pillar of the wild willows end Womanly waiting For your manly friend. A star 'bove the mire is her husbandly choice Locked in his tower By the enchanted voice Of the Starguard Rhina With his lips soiled with gold He dares to loiter Near our lady bold. Once a heart was made and cast In molten love But t'was in realms of the past.
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