On Raglan Road on an Autumn day,
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I may one day rue.
I saw the danger, yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let Grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I may one day rue.
I saw the danger, yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let Grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.
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