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I went to the fair, Without a single care. Not a friendly face seen, But to be there I was keen. Till I heard footsteps sound, Disappeared when I turned around. The footsteps led me to an oak, Where there was a woman in a black cloak. Her green eyes like emeralds gleamed, When the light on her did beam. Gone was she in a flash of light, Yet I couldn’t forget the sight. She hasn’t left my mind, To me she has forever bind.

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