This is just a hypothetical bridge, to be performed, spoken, as part of the song, "In the Pines".
She came from the village One day's ride from here. Though I'd only met her but the once, She filled a corner of my memories All down these many years. She had that Fugitive look about her- Eyes like a wary fox. She would not add nor take from what she'd told me; Her heart was full of locks.
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