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By Faith and the Muse, I am my only theif and jailor keep beeviled and
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By Faith and the Muse, O my deare brother I am damnifyed at Caer Siddi
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By Faith and the Muse, Beneath the sediment of aeons In ancient repose
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By Faith and the Muse, Behold this pale offering whose essence feeds your
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By Faith and the Muse, And if I'd the spell to claim your existence
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By Faith and the Muse, Low ye hills in ocean lie Hob y
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By Faith and the Muse, When I was fair and young, and favor graced me
Of
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By Faith and the Muse, Air-built madness: unfamiliar charm Hides in the softest
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By Faith and the Muse, So you've returned to lengthen my shadowTo once again shatter
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By Faith and the Muse, Should I let me guide me All that lies before
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By Faith and the Muse, woke up tired I woke up down on my knees
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By Faith and the Muse, It's time to let go Time to spend some time
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By Faith and the Muse, Time to show some sharper teeth
Time to grow a
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By Faith and the Muse, There was a gentle angler who was angling in the
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By Faith and the Muse, Another night down on the Catherine wheel Drawn
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By Faith and the Muse, Welcome my dear please take my hand It's wonderful here
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By Faith and the Muse, When to her lute Corinna sings Her voice
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By Faith and the Muse, Wassail Wassail; All merit good cheerWe wish thee dear faithful
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By Faith and the Muse, In kairos hour I bequeathConfusion of my sole beliefConsider: am
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By Faith and the Muse, Behold this pale offeringwhose essence feeds your every needEntwined, divine
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By Faith and the Muse, (Words written by Tennyson, 1883)Row us out to Desenzano, to
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By Faith and the Muse, Salute the essensePerfection's humorConversed so often: muteOh my dearI'm always
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By Faith and the Muse, OpheliaCordeliaDesdemonaAnd KateMy sweetness and BeatriceSo precious your painI sing for
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By Faith and the Muse, (Words written by Grandfather Lloyd Richards, 1929)There was a friend
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By Faith and the Muse, How carelessly the bound daylight caressesOblivious to wandering eyes extinguishedFree
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By Faith and the Muse, (traditional ballad circa 1400)The wind doth howl today m'loveAnd a
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By Faith and the Muse, A thousand dreamers crept as oneJourney'd by the colder sunKnocked