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I walked a narrow path one day,
A fair bae whispered in my ear,
"Follow me or kneel and pray,
There's plenty dark within to fear"
I took my chel and left the road,
the brambles parting at a wave,
seeking what I thought was owed,
in the footprints of that knave.
I followed as sun set and rose,
followed far and followed wide,
set upon the path I chose,
through hollow way and country side.
The season passed and then the year,
My feet grew raw, my clothing wild,
I wander still: my way is clear,
to ever walk the woods beguiled.
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