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Guinevere had green eyes
Like yours, m'lady, like yours
She'd walk down through the garden
In the morning after it rained
Peacocks wandered aimlessly
Underneath an orange tree
Why can't she see me?
As she turns her gaze
Down the slope to the harbor where I lay
Anchored for the day
Like yours, m'lady, like yours
She'd walk down through the garden
In the morning after it rained
Peacocks wandered aimlessly
Underneath an orange tree
Why can't she see me?
As she turns her gaze
Down the slope to the harbor where I lay
Anchored for the day