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Over verdant land it flows
Lingering, malefic, is the mist
Nary reaching to her toes
Where upon the bridge she sits
Once a maiden, oh so fair
Now lost, within the stone
No longer golden locks of hair
She is left here, all alone
Dissuading never worked on her
She wouldn’t heed advice
It happened quickly, in a blur
She lost her paradise
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