Pretty, my pretty swan,
bright on the tide,
bride of the night, becalmed,
gently you glide,
deaf to my song.
Wait! Aren't you she who hissed
these hands that fed,
hunched your prized wing as fist
to punch my head?
Yes, you're the one.
Never mind! Where's the care?
Life's but a dream!
To hell with what you are
if you but seem
pretty, my swan!
Pretty, my pretty swan,
bright on the tide,
bride of the night, becalmed,
gently you glide,
deaf to my song.
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