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Dreamt a dream
What can it really mean
And that I was, I was a maiden queen
Guarded by, yes by an angel mild
Witless woe, was ne'er beguild

So he took
He took his wings and fleed
Then the morning blush'd rosy red

Chorus
And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both night and day
And I hid from him my hearts delight

Dried my tears
And yet I armed my fears
Armed them with ten thousand shields and spears
Soon he came
My angel came again
l was armed, he came in vain

For the time
The time of youth was fled
And grey hairs, grey hairs were on my head

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