My Father'S Halls, So Rich And Rare, Are Desolate And Bleak And Bare; My Father'S Heart And Halls Are One, Since I, Their Life And Light, Am Gone. O, Valiant Knight, With Hand Of Steel And Heart Of Gold, Hear My Appeal: Release Me From The Spoiler'S Charms, And Bear Me To My Father'S Arms.
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