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My young love said to me
My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind
Then she put her hand on me and told me
She said
It will not be long, love, till our wedding day
She went away from me, and she moved through the fair
And so fondly I watched her move here and move there
And she went her way homeward with one star awake
As the swans in the evening move over the lake
Last night she came to me
My dead love came in
And so softly she came, her feet made no din
And she put her hand on me and told me
She'd say
It will not be long, love, till our wedding day
