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The Ballad of Narcissus
Oh how hot is the midday sun
 Burning down on my brow
 Oh I may die, with a heavy sigh
 If I don’t find water now
 
 So I have ventured into the wood
 Where water trickles through
 Where two streams meet, lilies bloom sweet
 In a beautiful snow white hue
 
 Down by the stream, the crystal stream
 I lean down for a drink
 But there is a creature, with lips of red
 And with cheeks a light rose pink
 
 With eyes of blue and hair of gold
 And skin a glistening cream
 Oh what can I do? For if my eyes tell true,
 She is living inside the stream
 
 Now I find, to my dismay
 That this is not a holy dream
 I reached for her face, and away she raced
 And my hand just touched the stream
 
 But when the water is safe and still,
 I peer over the edge to see
 After a while, her shining smile
 Found its way back to me
 
 I want to leave, but she cannot come
 So here, here is where I will lie
 If I must stay, until the day,
 Next to this girl, I die.

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