deep in the woods where shadows creep,
where secrets lurk and willows weep,
a girl in rags with locks of gold
walked paths where none but ghosts grew old.
a house she found--quaint, warm, and neat,
with honeyed air and scents so sweet,
but locked doors made her fingers twitch--
what’s theft to those who dare be rich?
inside she stepped, no fear,...
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