As evening fell, a maiden stood at the edge of a wood. In her hands lay the reins of a stallion. And never I'd seen a girl as fair, heard a gentler voice anywhere. Whispered, alas, She belonged, belonged to another, another, forever. Yes, she belonged to the twilight and mist.
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