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Maidens were made for certain
charms
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To tend the hearth with
graceful arms
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To dance through day and
love through night
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To dash out wrong and live
by right
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Darkness not should haunt
her hours
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But should glow so bright
with summer flowers
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And nothing heavy to weigh
her mind
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But the thought of some
sweet love to find
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So where is the sunshine
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Amidst this heavy rain?
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Maidens shouldst not know
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The meaning of life's pain.
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So where is the knight
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To slay this monstrous past?
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A maiden's one refrain
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Should be the song her heart
holds fast.
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A maiden's love is a lovers'
game
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A dance that brings her
heart to flame
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A kiss that lasts from spring
to fall
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A momentous dance at the
yearly ball
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Moments of honey to sweeten
the mind
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Will destroy the bonds which
her past binds
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A lover's kiss will kiss
good-bye
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The blighted past that haunts
her eye.
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- by Judith Agrathea
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