There she was dancing,
On a field of lavender blossoms.
Her ebony hair swaying,
Like the falling leaves of autumn.
There she was chasing
After bright moonbeams
With her fair skin glowing,
Melted snow on a pure stream.
Maiden elf of the otherworld,
Singing as she swayed and swirled.
On a field of lavender blossoms,
Under the silent sky of autumn.
Calling me with a cunning song,
And the harps started to sang along.
Luring me with her beauty,
The likeness of an Aphrodite.
There she was dancing,
On a field of lavender blossoms.
Her ebony hair swaying,
Like the falling leaves of autumn.
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