She was a Young Maiden
As Blonde as summer white
Riding in the darkened wind
Stealing it's music in the night
To the sound of waves
And sea foam blown on salty air
Old men, comforting forlorn wives
In the glowing cast of Morn'
Still heard the music chime
As she rode away
They sipped their coffee
In screen porch outrage
And swore to get revenge
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