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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
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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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