In the tobacco field
Came Miss Ava Lavinia,
Running free and wild.
No one tamed her.
She loved the night.
A natural beauty,
Unspoiled by anything corrupt,
She danced beneath a full moon
Of white light,
Better than any artificial light,
Made by man.
Joan Noeldechen
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