| Come my Lady fair, stroll in the garden with me. My betrothed, my heart was locked but you have the key. You sing like an angel when you play your harp or lute. My Lady of the keep with your herbs and root. A wife, mother and healer. You will be mine. My brave knight I will stroll in the garden with you. I will sew tapestries, sing and give you your due. Accepting your colors at the joust, playing my harp. Feasting with our guests on roast boar and carp. Our life as Lord and Lady shall be devine. |
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