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The Festival
The festival calls me away, away,
and by the fair Lakeview I'll stay, I'll stay;
My lover would be that transient boy
but he will be leaving, and he will be coy,
so festival's air and the traveler's joy
will take me, oh take me away.
The dust on my feet will remain, remain,
my head's music, that last refrain, refrain,
will sing to me sweetly and so remind
constantly of the things I left behind.
Those doors open seldom, and I may find
that you cannot, cannot remain.
If one day you should not return, return,
though memories saddened will burn, will burn,
that festival's too rife with amity,
the stage player's smiles are happy and free,
and I will keep dancing, and dancing with glee,
for long, as long I can return.
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Comments
Akean Says:
Aww, I miss Ren Fest too.
We should definately bring back Ye Fair Ladies. This would be a great song to sing and put a tune to.