Maids from the south,
Through Myrkwood flew,
Fair and young, their fate to follow
There did they sit, for seven winters,
The maidens yearned, for the murky wood,
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Myrkwood
Through Myrkwood ride,
Maids from the south,
Fair and young, their fate to follow
There did they sit, for seven winters,
The maidens yearned, for the murky wood.
2x
Myrkwood