Rapunze
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The Witch
Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair!
Rapunzel
When I undo the knotted mass,
Fathoms below the shadows pass
Over my hair along the grass.
O my golden hair!
The Prince
I put my armour on,
Thinking on what they said;
"Thou art a king's own son,
'T is fit that thou should'st wed."
The Witch
Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair!
Rapunzel
See on the marble parapet
I lean my brow, strive to forget
That fathoms below my hair grows wet
With the dew, my golden hair.
The Prince
I rode throughout the town,
Men did not bow the head,
Though I was the king's own son ;
