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The woe of the night,
Comes the false-fated flight,
Which two lovers dared to,
Not of the fears went through.
A heart of pure stone
Chilled greatly to the bone,
Stares with cold malice
At the one they call Alice.
Alice's blood runs deep cold,
Turned to cold stone from gold,
Lover cries anger,
As he dies in danger.
Love's rose is deadly,
A secreted medly,
With woe of the night,
And the false fated flight.
Comes the false-fated flight,
Which two lovers dared to,
Not of the fears went through.
A heart of pure stone
Chilled greatly to the bone,
Stares with cold malice
At the one they call Alice.
Alice's blood runs deep cold,
Turned to cold stone from gold,
Lover cries anger,
As he dies in danger.
Love's rose is deadly,
A secreted medly,
With woe of the night,
And the false fated flight.
