Fortnight (Bardcore - Medieval Parody Cover) Originally by Taylor Swift Ft. Post Malone

Good day, welcometh to our musical marvel. Heareth our rendition of the famous tune and wallow in merriment, Fortnight originally by Taylor Swift. Pray, let mercy arrive and cleanse
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I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life

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Lyrics
I was destined to be dispatched afar,
Yet they neglected to fetch me.
I abided as a functioning tippler,
'Til none remarked upon my newfound guise.
All this I speak, in hopes thou art well,
But thou art the cause.
Here none bears fault,
Yet, what of thy silent betrayal?

And for a fortnight, we seemed eternal,
Sometimes I encounter thee, inquire of the clime.
Now thou art in my garden, become good neighbours,
Thy consort tends the blooms, I harbour thoughts most dark.

Each morn feels as Monday, trapped in a ceaseless February,
I embraced the miraculous elixir of forgetting, yet its effect was fleeting.
And I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life,
I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life.

I touched thee but for a fortnight,
I touched thee, yea, I did touch thee.

And for a fortnight, we seemed eternal,
Sometimes I encounter thee, remark upon my attire.
Now thou art at the letterbox, become good neighbours,
My spouse is faithless, I harbour thoughts most dark.

I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life,
I love thee, it doth wreak havoc upon my life.
I touched thee but for a fortnight,
I touched thee, yea, I did touch thee.

I contemplated calling thee, yet thou wouldst not answer,
Another fortnight lost in this vast land.
Move to Florida, acquire the carriage thou desirest,
Yet it stirs not until thou touch, touch, touch me.

I thought to call thee, yet thou wouldst not answer,
Another fortnight lost in this vast land.
Move to Florida, acquire the carriage thou desirest,
Yet it stirs not until I touch, touch, touch thee.