Guinnevere, had green eyes, like yours, mi'lady like yours
She'd walk down to the garden in the morning after it rained
Peacocks wandered aimlessly, underneath an orange tree
Why can't she see me?
Guinnevere, drew pentagrams, like yours, mi'lady like yours
Late at night when she thought that no one was watching at all
On the wall
She shall be free
As she turns her gaze down the slope to the harbor where I lay
Anchored for a day
Guinnevere had golden hair, like yours, mi'lady like yours
Streaming out when we'd ride trough the warm wind down by the bay
Yesterday
Seagulls circle endlessly, I sing in silent harmony
We shall be free
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