In the middle of time ,
History, poetry and rhyme;
Rode a knight in red armor,
Parsifal a lover and a charmer.
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On his steed with his woman,
He followed the road interwoven;
Along both rivers and streams,
Until he came to the castle of his dreams.
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This is in the deep dark ages,
Where chivalry and life is in frozen pages;
A town or two would raise their bridge,
And he'd pass through and ride over the ridge.
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Lost in time and dwelling in space,
Knowing every man of the human race;
His sword well-worn from his opponents' death,
But still shining on in silvery breath.
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He rode for years and long lost days,
As he sought the grail through various ways;
His heart so strong, he desired only answers,
Of eternal truth but left only to chances.
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This myth came true, this point in time,
Lost in the world of mystery and prime;
Parsifal our hero now heaven bound,
He marries his damsel when the grail is found.
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Signed,
If we look back.
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