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 There was a maiden, young and 
  parents left her all alone;
  one year old, she was laid
  on a bed of cold, grey stone.
  she survived nobody knew
 for the wood was so dark and 
 but growing up  learned the truth
 and got a heart,  pure as gold.
 
 And every time she  through the meadows
 and  she sang a song,
  was this silvery light all around her
 everywhere she  along.
 
 She did  fear the howling wolves,
  did not fear the blackest night,
 they were the  she´d lost
 so  grew up in nature´s might.
  only thing that frightened her
 was when she  the hunter´s shot,
 and  time this cruel man came
 there was a rain of tears and 
 
 And every time she  for the fallen
 and  he killed a deer,
 oh, how she  her hot, bitter tears,
 everytime this  was near.
 
 So she did  and she did hate
  grew a woman, wise and old;
 she lived  in a wonderland
 with  much magic to behold.
 She knew  wood, she knew the wolves,
  knew the deers, they all were one,
 they played with owls and 
 but then  day the girl was gone.
 
 And then it rained as if  was crying
 for the  lady now was dead;
 so the  carried her to her meadows
 and  full bloom was her last bed.