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Rapunzel, Rapunzel,

Let down your hair!

When I undo the knotted mass,

Fathoms below the shadows pass

Over my hair along the grass.

O my golden hair!

I put my armour on,

Thinking on what they said;

"Thou art a king's own son,

'T is fit that thou should'st wed."

Rapunzel, Rapunzel,

Let down your hair!

See on the marble parapet

I lean my brow, strive to forget

That fathoms below my hair grows wet

With the dew, my golden hair.

I rode throughout the town,

Men did not bow the head,

Though I was the king's own son ;

"He rides to dream," they said.