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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