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 As I was walking
 I came upon
chance walking
 the same road upon.


As I sat down
 by chance to move
later
 if and as I might,

light the wood was,
 light and green,
and what I saw
 before I had not seen.


It was a lady
 accompanied
by goat men
 leading her.


Her hair held earth.

 Her eyes were dark.

A double flute
 made her move.


"O love,
 where are you
leading
 me now?"

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