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But when he held in his right hand
The wood of Baile's tree And in his left the tablet smooth
From Aillinn's apple-tree,
The lovers in the wood who kept
Love-longing ever true, Knew one another, and at once
From the hands of the king they flew.
As ivy to the oak they clung, Their kiss no man could sever —
Oh, joy for lovers parted long To meet, at last, forever ! |
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