You drew me from this stone, you pulled me up and out, and now I'm yours to wield but please don't use me for your hate, or you'll cause me to break. See a lake-lady take me away, don't fear the hands of men, I'll swing and steal their skin and their blood. Just keep your hand on the hilt when you are cold let my gleam keep you warm. It's a gleam that's reflected from strength inside you round table time again confer with your secret selves, your heart is in search of grails, grails I can't give to you, no sword can help you to. Cut Guinevere-like desires away, when you want more than a crown, when you want a sword that sings. I'm wrapped up in a shroud and tucked into a box, but my edge is getting dull and my polish growing thin for me there is no war to win and though I felt good in your hands and though I understand see a lake-lady take me away.
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