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Two island swans, mated for their life,
And his faithful heart would not consider any other wife.
For three years peaceful joy midst the rushes of the pond,
Proud and gentle was the loving of the last two island swans.
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And the cold winds blow,
He was brave but he's laid low.
By her body in the island mist,
(n.c.)
I saw him give her one last cold kiss, one last cold kiss.
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Of swans the people talk of only one in this day's tide,