| I was told once, by a friend of mine,
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| She had seen an olden sign,
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| She said she was not from this time,
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| And did I feel the same?
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| So I told her, «Yes», I knew her fear
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| As I felt the truth draw near,
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| Told her back three hundred years,
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| Was the time that I held dear…
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| Gather ye lords and ladies fair,
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| Come with me to the Renaissance Faire
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| Hurry now,
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| We’re almost there…
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| Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
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| Through the shroud of mystery,
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| Turn a page of history,
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| Feeling more than you can see,
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| Down at the Renaissance Faire.
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| Hear the minstrels play their tunes,
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| They will play the whole night through,
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| Special songs for me and for you,
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| And anyone whose heart is true…
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| There’s too many stars for one sky to hold,
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| Some will fall, others are sold,
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| As the fields turn to gold
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| Down at the Renaissance Faire |