The Travelling Tragition
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Shadow cloak swift as a swallow
Pantaloon down in the hollow
Dancing, his voice like a cloud
In the death of my night
Awful eyes, black Persian beggar
Harlequinesque, hair plaited heather
Stepping so lightly
A sprite in the house of my sight
O m'dear, Traveling Tragition
It's sky clear, your a gift from the fair folk
Pantaloon down in the hollow
Dancing, his voice like a cloud
In the death of my night
Awful eyes, black Persian beggar
Harlequinesque, hair plaited heather
Stepping so lightly
A sprite in the house of my sight
O m'dear, Traveling Tragition
It's sky clear, your a gift from the fair folk
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