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Welcome to Where Late the Lilies Grew
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Go walk across the foggy moors,
When evening pulls its shades,
Then listen to the restless wind,
Where night and day make trades.
Perhaps is then you may recall,
The place you met the lass,
She who wore the great green cloak,
And said you could not pass.
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