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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 yore - of e'eryears -
I deem the brood hath -
fore'ermore?!"
"Fro the chasm of the bosom, I hand back.
Hark! my dove - I bulwark thee! -
of swans in my pillow - I cede my heart.
Make haste! - I - respond my plea!"
"Lo! - a sire of awe - a knight of
battles!"
"...And of weeping for the slain!
Please! - my words;
In thy I will kiss thy tears -
In thy bliss I take thee by thy hand -
The sapor of grapes shalt savor -
And harken the sing oh so blithely!"
"On his knees...A to harvest

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