Oxbow - The Virgin Bride

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"On the ship that sails Into the heart of my heart The red streams run white Into the dream of solidly kissed night And she is dressed in white Always in white And she was like a queen Neither mother nor a whore Her radiant bright essence Blinded me blind And I saw what I saw And believed it true Oh, God, what a fool I was just another among the others And lesser did hold The hope I held for the tomorrow When the groom grasped gold And the band found the hand My ship had hit land My bride had not been true And spade in hand I dug a wedding bed In our darkest of hearts And will until death do we part"
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