Beyond these woods dwells a maiden most fair

A lady quick of wit and delicate of air

She keeps to herself

If you keep to yourself

Making the lonely forest spring her lair

But too often she is trespassed upon her den

By helpless creatures known as men

They watch her dance

Their eyes in a trance

Until they are forced to breathe again

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