There a tale was told
of an elven maiden
back in the years oft old

she had hair like roses red
and a voice like gold.

Her kin kept her in secret
like precious gems treasured
hodded by mist and fog
so she knew just the elvish folk.

There a tale was told
of an elven maiden
back in the years oft old
she had hair like roses red
and a voice like gold.

She was loved by all oft them
but to herself she was just the daughter oft a lord
living in the Forrest deep
wich has never seen a sword.

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Hallöchen!
Da bin ich wieder!
Stellt euch hier einfach noch ein Bild von einem schönen, grünen Laubwald vor...
(hab gerade keins da...)

Und schwups schon bin ich wieder weg! 😅

WUUUSCH!

(Nee, ich will nur noch den Nächsten Eintrag hochladen 😊)