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How often she has gazed from castle windows all |
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And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall |
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With no one to heed her call |
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The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun |
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And in a lonely moment, those embers will be gone |
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And the last of all the young birds flown |
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Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before |
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To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door |
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But those days will last no more |
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Tomorrow, at this hour, she will be far away |
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Much farther than these islands, for the lonely Fotheringay |
