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Just as quiet as ever,
Of earth and magick made---
Daughter of the Heather,
Young keeper of the glade.
Always hears her Lady's call,
Never doubting trust and love.
Never offers but her all,
Dearest gypsy-dove!
Unrivaled beauty is her life,
Nepenthe is her tool;
Knowing 'neath this world of strife
Lie many a preceious jewel,
Euphorically, she sings!
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