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She Moved Through The Fair

My young love said to me,

"My mother won't mind

And my father won't slight you

For your lack of kind"

And she stepped away from me

And this she did say:

"It will not be long, love,

Till our wedding day"

As she stepped away from me

And she moved through the fair

And fondly I watched her

Move here and move there

And then she turned homeward

With one star awake

Like the swan in the evening

Moves over the lake

Last night she came to me,

My dead love came in

So softly she came

That her feet made no din

As she laid her hand on me

And this she did say:

"It will not be long, love,

'Til our wedding day"


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