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