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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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