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And her he loved he brought and placed
By her who was his bride,
And brown and white like broken buds
Kept vigil side by side.
By her who was his bride,
And brown and white like broken buds
Kept vigil side by side.
And one was like a white, white rose
Whose inmost heart has bled,
And one was like a red, red rose
Whose roots have witherèd.
Whose inmost heart has bled,
And one was like a red, red rose
Whose roots have witherèd.
Lord Thomas took a golden harp
That hung above his head;
He picked its strings and played a tune
And sang it to the dead.
That hung above his head;
He picked its strings and played a tune
And sang it to the dead.
"O lovers never barter love
For gold or fertile lands,
For love is meat and love is drink,
And love heeds love's commands."
For gold or fertile lands,
For love is meat and love is drink,
And love heeds love's commands."
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