Guinnevere had green eyes like yours, my lady, like yours
when she'd walk down through 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, my 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 the day.
Guinnevere had golden hair like yours, my lady, like yours,
streaming out when we'd ride through the warm wind down by the bay yesterday.
Seagulls circling endlessly, I sing in silent harmony. We shall be free.

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