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She lay down in the mossy wood

In the town of Gorran Haven

And the bells rang out to save her

All spare hands, they came out to look

They came searching for the maiden

In the grounds of Gorran Haven

She lay down in the mossy wood

In the town of Gorran Haven

And the bells rang out to save her

Her dress soaked up the mossy dew

To the sound of woeful cries

And the sun began to rise

The townsfolk were talking in a tone so hushed

Of a talе, of a town, of Gorran Haven where a maidеn was taken

By the beckoning winds from the south

The darkness stepped in and enveloped her form

She struggled a little, not lived there a strongman that could pry her

From the tightening grip of her fate

Now she's dancing and laughing with tears aflame

In the darkness she is luminous

In the place whence she was taken

In Gorran Haven

Lays a stone inscribed "Fare Thee Well"