boris grebenshikov - death of king arthur lyrics
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of lancelot du lake
tell i no more
but this by leave
these ermytes seven.
but still kynge arthur
lieth there, and quene guenever,
as i you newyn.
and monkes
that are right of lore
who synge with moulded stewyn
ihesu, who hath woundes sore,
grant us the blyss of heaven.
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