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Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of
"Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand
Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern errant'd."
"Ire of yore - of e'eryears -
I the brood hath wan'd -
fore'ermore?!"
"Fro the chasm of the bosom, I hand back.
Hark! my dove - henceforth I thee! -
Feathers of in my pillow - I cede my heart.
haste! - I pray - respond my plea!"
"Lo! - a sire of great awe - a of
battles!"
"...And of kinsmen 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 grapes thou shalt -
And harken the sing oh so blithely!"
"On his knees...A plea to

No heed for the yon count!
Wherefore this proffer?
Wherefore not pay court to a
fair? -
Morn of a day! Hower 'twixt
weed!
desert! Cheerful dirge!
Misery me not! - man nor beast;
me;
'tis an act of wont!
Many are the drapes my past
-
Ineffable feeling in battles!"
"Tisn't what vambrace'st thy words with!!;
I dotingly only thy weal -
"Forgive me for deeming thee -
Therein with thee
Yet I was a daunt'd."
Is for me the boon!"