She walks in beauty
she walks in light
a slave of duty
in perpetual flight
'cross the meadow green
and the golden valley
like in a dream
the mind, her malady
twenty years have passed
and her pace is slow
her fate has been cast
and now sadness
she must tow
'cross the meadow gray
and the darkn'd valley
with nowhere to stay
and life too much a reality
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