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[Verse 1]
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He came from his palace grand, he came to my cottage door
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His words were few but his looks, Will linger for evermore
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The look in his sad dark eyes more tender than words could be
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But I was nothing to him and he was the world to me.



[Verse 2]
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There in her garden she stands all dressed in fine satin and lace
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Lady Mary so cold and so strange who finds in his heart no place.
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He knew I would be his bride, with a kiss for a lifetime fee
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But I was nothing to him and he was the world to me.



[Verse 3]
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Now in his palace grand on a flower strewn bed he lies
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His beautiful lids are closed on his sad dark beautiful eyes
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And among the mourners who mourn why should I a mourner be
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For I was nothing to him and he was the world to me.