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Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of
"Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of riddance;
me my hauberk! - the wyvern hath errant'd."
"Ire of - bard of e'eryears -
I deem the hath wan'd -
fore'ermore?!"
"Fro the chasm of the bosom, I hand back.
Hark! my dove - henceforth I thee! -
Feathers of swans in my - I cede my heart.
Make haste! - I - respond my plea!"
"Lo! - a of great awe - a knight of
battles!"
"...And of weeping for the slain!
Please! - my words;
In thy sorrow I will thy tears -
In thy bliss I will thee by thy hand -
The sapor of grapes thou shalt -
And the nightingale sing oh so blithely!"
"On his knees...A plea to

No for the thorns yon count!
Wherefore gildd proffer?
Wherefore not pay court to a
fair? -
Morn of a day! Hower 'twixt
weed!
Fertile desert! dirge!
me not! - man nor beast; envy
me;
Lest an act of wont!
Many are the that my past
-
Ineffable feeling in battles!"
"Tisn't thou vambrace'st thy words with!!;
I bethink only thy weal -
"Forgive me for deeming direfully -
abdiding with thee
Yet I was a daunt'd."
Is for me the boon!"