Song
Gently, sorrowfully sang the maid Sowing the ploughed field over, And her song was only: 'Come, O my lover!' Strangely, strangely shone the light, Stilly wound the river: 'Thy love is a dead man, He'll come back never.' Sadly, sadly passed the maid The fading dark hills over; Still her song far, far away said: 'Come, O my lover!'
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"Gently, sorrowfully sang the maid..."
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