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My Lady

My lady looks like an Angel
The fairest in all the land
Pure as even a diamond
As lustrous as a fine pearl

With hair the colour of silver
And eyes as blue as the sea
She walks so light and dainty
Fair takes my breath away

I wish only to serve her
To be at my lady's call
And hear her sweet laughter
Such fine music to me