Guido, I wish that you and Lapo and I
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Could be taken by magic and placed in a boat
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Where every rising swell
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Would sweep us at our will across the sky
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Then tempest never, or weather dire
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Could ever make our blissful living cease
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No, but abiding in a steady, blessed peace
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Together in harmony
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And Lady Vanna and Lagia then
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She who looms the thirty best
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Would join us at the enchanter's behest
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And there we'd talk of love without an end
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To make those ladies happy in the sky
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With Lapo enchanted too, and you and I
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Sonnet
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| The Decemberists |
