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*bump*
New page, so I'm reposting the Riddle.
Out of time, out of place,
Gold my hair and green my face.
Maiden-like I fenced me in;
He loved me and I loved him.
Though we quarreled by and by,
For my sake he left to die.
My guards left me, fair and fresh;
They arrived and fouled my flesh.
When at last we met again,
Both our selves all scarred with pain,
To my horror I could see
He no more belonged to me.
He left me under another--
Where shall I find such a lover?
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