If you travel a long ways
Far into the glen
You can find the young maiden
Asleep where the river bends

She fell asleep there long ago
A mischievous pixie came along
And cast on her a spell
To not wake up until...

Well that is not known
No one knows who to wake her up
The pixie doesn't remember
And no one can figure it out

So there she lays
Sleeping as always
And maybe even
Sleeping forever


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