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I met her in a dream
A night, clear as a mountain stream
But our dreams are not our own
On the morning breezes they have flown
So come near
Sit and hear
And then rest by the fire
And come hear my song
The tale of a liar, a maiden's gone
The winter's cold, the night has come
And still the wind blows strong
