SHALL I go bound and you go free, And love one so removed from me? Not so; the falcon o`er my brow Hath better quest, I dare avow! And must I run where you will ride, And must I stay where you abide? Not so; the feather that I wear Is from an eyrie in the air! And must I climb a broken stair, And must I pace a chamber bare? Not so; the Brenny plains are wide And there are banners where I ride!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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