Caroling Dusk/Confession
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CONFESSION
She kneeled before me begging That I should with a prayerGive her absolution (How golden was her hair!)
She begged an absolution While the moments fledShe thought my tears were pity (My soul her lips were red !)
She begged of me forgiveness God you understand(For pale and soft and slender Was her dainty hand!)
She begged that I should pray You That her Soul might restBut I could not pray O Master (Ivory was her breast!)