Beauty and the Maiden
Went walking down the Street
You'll be my own true love dear
Till spring and winter meet
Beauty and the Maiden
Strolled naked on the grass
See how your suitors multiply
Behind your looking glass
Beauty and the Maiden
Lay on the shifting sand
Till Death came dancing by them
And took them by the hand
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