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The Inn of Dreams
As with a laughing look Love flings
His heavy crown of thorns away . . .
Fair fortune, you are wild and coy,
And ah! I fear you will not stay.
But Love has caught you by the wings . . .
And radiant as Eurydice
By her brave poet's song set free,
I rush into the arms of joy!
His heavy crown of thorns away . . .
Fair fortune, you are wild and coy,
And ah! I fear you will not stay.
But Love has caught you by the wings . . .
And radiant as Eurydice
By her brave poet's song set free,
I rush into the arms of joy!
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