| I shall not die because of you
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| Oh woman though you shame the swan
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| They were foolish men you killed
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| Do not think me a foolish man
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| Why should I leave the world behind
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| For a soft hand, the dreaming eye
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| The crimson lips, the breasts of snow
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| Is it for these you’d have me die
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| Why should I heed the fancy free
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| The joyous air, the eye of blue
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| The side like foam, the virgin neck
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| I shall not die because of you
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| The devil take the golden hair
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| That maiden look, that voice so gay
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| The delicate heel and pillared thigh
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| Only some foolish men would slay
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| Oh woman though you shame the swan
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| A wise man taught me all I knew
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| I know the crooked ways of love
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| I shall not die because of you
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| I shall not die because of you
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| I shall not die because of you
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| Oh woman though you shame the swan
|
| They were foolish men you killed
|
| Do not think me a foolish man
|
| Why should I leave the world behind
|
| For the soft hand, the dreaming eye
|
| The crimson lips, the breasts of snow
|
| Is it for these you’d have me die
|
| Oh woman though you shame the swan
|
| A wise man taught me all I knew
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| I know the crooked ways of love
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| I shall not die because of you
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| I shall not die because of you
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| I shall not die because of you |