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one day rue\n[00:36.11] I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way\n[00:51.56] And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.\n[01:07.98] On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge\n[01:23.39] Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge\n[01:36.87] The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay\n[01:50.40] Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.\n[02:06.73] I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known\n[02:23.01] To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone\n[02:36.31] And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say.\n[02:49.98] With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May\n[03:07.10] On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now\n[03:22.55] Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow\n[03:36.15] That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay\n[03:50.65] When 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creature made of clay\n  When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.\n"}]