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Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of
"Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of riddance;
Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern errant'd."
"Ire of yore - of e'eryears -
I deem the brood wan'd -
fore'ermore?!"
"Fro the of the bosom, bale I hand back.
Hark! my dove - I bulwark thee! -
Feathers of in my pillow - 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! - heed my
In thy sorrow I will kiss thy -
In thy bliss I will take thee by thy -
The sapor of thou shalt savor -
And the nightingale sing oh so blithely!"
"On his knees...A plea to

No for the thorns yon count!
Wherefore this gildd
Wherefore not pay court to a
more -
Morn of a joyous day! Hower
weed!
Fertile desert! dirge!
Misery me not! - man nor envy
me;
'tis an act of wont!
Many are the drapes my past
-
Ineffable indulgeth in battles!"
"Tisn't what thou thy words with!!;
I bethink dotingly only thy -
"Forgive me for deeming direfully -
Therein with thee
Yet I was a daunt'd."
Is for me the boon!"