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| Young Arthur took the sword from the stone So that all of Christendom may know That it is his destiny to take the throne And reign o'er friend and foe ~April |
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| Merlin, the wizard, most profound. Does King Arthur owe You his crown? For you alone arranged his conception Through a wizard's trickery and deception Arthur's wizard, advisor and friend You were there till the bitter end Though you lived long; you have gone But dear Arthur still waits in Avalon ~April |
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