Constancy dwells in Realms of perfection I hear the call Life is free and love is all Cleave to me Harmony holds forth Pleasures abounding And love is free Neath the weeping willow tree Cleave to me Blow thou winds my good fortunes bring Mind the hours such as minstrels sing Come fair thoughts let heart take wing My lady calls to me Emily only Dreams and is lonely Dark is the night And from now unto the light Cleave to me
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