I saw a stranger in the woods,
Who sprinted ere me,
With her lucent brown stick,
And behind her, there was a bee.

She was singing a lay,
That pulled every creature,
And I noticed her stick,
The lucent was of magic.

She wore a white dress with a blue sash,
She looked like she was fourteen,
And her magical eyes spokes,
More than her humming voice.
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