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Post by Bradley Bostwick on Jun 16, 2007 6:02:09 GMT -5
A fair maiden, all alone, locked in her own defiance, her spirit out of tune. She could not trust, she could not love. All she had was her wondering, her thoughts of what could, or could not, be.
A fair maiden, all alone, locked in her own distrust, her soul torn apart. She could not believe, she could not try. All she could do was dream, of what love was, or what it was not.
A fair maiden, all alone, locked in her own heart, in the walls she had built. She could not fly, she could not live. All she could do was drown, in a lake of tears she did not cry, in the walls she had made.
A fair maiden, all alone, broke free of her own curse, her heart, her soul, were mended. She found love, she found one to trust. All she could do was wonder, why was she so blessed, that he had found her.
Rhiannon
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