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She crosses the churchyard....drawn to the willows

Follows the warm rain....into the black glow

Walks in the forest....drops little bracelet

Can this be magic....what is her secret?

So young so sad

Emily Payne, it was the last of your days

All things she had

Emily Payne, you ran into the maze

So sweet and frail

This lovely girl, it was the last of her days

So grim, the tale

Emily Payne and the black maze

She went through the village, gold in her long hair

Over the green grass, no one can see her

Blue gown and strawhat, armful of tulips

Vanished in thin air, with a smile on her sweet lips

So young so sad...

She fled the world

Father, friends, the light of the day

Nothing she said

and went into the maze

A young happy girl, the apple in her mothers eye

She saw the door

Disappeared without trace