I knew a maiden as fair as the night sky
With the brilliance of stars trapped in her eyes
She was fairer than the bright flowers of May
And she would outshine the sun, each and every day
She had innocence like fresh fell snow
And eyes as large as the sprinting Doe
She had hair like silk, smooth and flowing
And skin so supple, soft and glowing
Never lived a maiden more fair
Alas, my heart was caught in her snare
But woe for it is not to be
For the maiden is lost to me
My maiden has died, the spark gone from her eyes
No longer so they shine like the night sky
All my days are lost to sorrow
No longer do I live for the morrow
I wish for death's sweet sable embrace
So I can, just once more, gaze upon her face
My maiden as fair as the night sky
With the brilliance of stars trapped in those eyes
Forever lost
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