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A beautiful romance

The fairest girl in town

How cutely she blossoms

Each time he brings her flowers

So handsome and stately

The old carpenter's son

In love with her greatly

He intends to put a ring on it

But rumour has it,

The old witch of the hill

Though ugly, repulsive

She has designs on him

No mercy

The rival must go

And in the night

Controlled by dark forces

The poor girl ends her life

There's no breaking the spell

And no one can help

In the dark she's sleepwalking

To the edge of the cliff

Hard news to receive

Come the morning

As the morning light

Unveils the dreadful sight

Even the blue sky

Turns grey and starts to cry

There's no breaking the spell

And no one can help

In the dark she's sleepwalking

To the edge of the cliff

Hard news to receive

Come the morning