Bacchante - Live

Ado with a mean woe
 An ado as a glow
 Belying the paynim
 Thou rewrotest the tome
 An ivy-crowned and dancing
 And fawned and trancing
 Espying the surly wud
 And heeding her not
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 Afeared of Bacchante
 And dost thou 'hold the yill?
 Behind is the sleepless
 Eyne 'holding na mo
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 Onto the paper, scribe I the words that fro my heart move
 With every dight letter, with the ebb of ink
 The point of the quill my penmanship doth mirror
 Tales of theft and adultery, tales of devilment and witchery
 Tales of me
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