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In a castle keep, in a vault of stone, in a house at the end of the lane
And old man weeps in his door alone and he sings out this mournful refrain
She will not come back, she will not come back
Though the mountains fall down to the sea
And the sky burns to cinders and the river runs black
She will not come back to me
No lightnin' rede from his books of lore, and the staff in the corner, no fire
And the crystal ball always bright before is grey as the dust of desire
She will not come back, she will not come back
Though he call on the powers that be
They will cipher this message in his cold zodiac
She will not come back to me
And joy my love was a dancin spring, and life was the touch of her lips
And a brook ran mad to my cave downstream from the miracle hills of her hips
She will not come back, she will not come back
Though the stars hang their tears in the trees
And tireless Orion lies spent in his tracks
She will not come back
She will not come back
She will not come back to me
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