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The Maiden Song

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she sits in a window
wonders where he’s gone
wiping away her tears
she sings her maiden song.

he stands in the rain
looking for the chance
to see his sweet love
if only a fleeting glance.

he doesn’t know
the passion she feels
for she is afraid
to tell him for real

she doesn’t know
that he longs to be one
with his lady of dreams
and her alone

so in their dreams
they will always be one
and she will forever
sing her maiden song.

Copyright © 1998 Gwen Wolfrose, all rights reserved.
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another old piece

Oh yeah, and I HATE trying to categorize these things.
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