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My Lady d'Arbanville,
Why do you sleep so still ?
I'll wake you tomorrow,
And you will be my fill,
Yes you will be my feel.
My Lady d'Arbanville,
Why does it grieve me so ?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breath so low ?
Why do you breath so low ?
My Lady d'Arbanville,
Why do you sleep so still ?
I'll wake you tomorrow,
And you will be my fill.
Yes you will be my fill.
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