| I'm a seasoned warrior and I have ventured forth, |
| From the jungles of the farthest south to the mountains in the north. |
| I've witnessed many wonders, and I've often been amazed, |
But my lady is the fairest sight I've seen in all my days.
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| My lady is the loveliest rose that ever graced our land, |
| She holds the very soul of Beauty captive in her hand. |
| Sweetness and serenity shine from her bonny face, |
And if you disagree I'll introduce you to my mace!
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| If my lady were imprisoned at the bottom of Deceit, |
| I would set forth on my charger and would neither rest nor eat; |
| And though a thousand lich lords should attempt to block my way, |
I would slaughter every one of them and carry her away.
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| If my lady were abducted and held captive by some knaves, |
| Behind the twisting hedges at the centre of the Maze, |
| I'd track those wicked villains and I'd wield my trusty bow, |
And I'd teach them more of archery than they ever cared to know.
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| If my lady's house were guarded by a dragon or a wisp, |
| And it bid me thence depart lest it should fry me to a crisp, |
| I'd battle it tenaciously, with bare hands if need be, |
For my lady's company means more than life itself to me.
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| If I possessed the power of the burning midday sun, |
| And the strength of orc and troll and ogre, all rolled into one, |
| I'd still feel weak and trembling when I looked upon her face, |
For to gaze upon her is to know the essence of pure grace.
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| And if my words were multiplied and if I could prolong, |
| The music of my simple harp and the singing of my song, |
| From day to day, and year to year, 'til ages yet to be, |
I could but tell a tenth of what my lady means to me.
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