There was a man in the mirror
His eyes were made of amber
His teeth were made of gold
And on his fingers - glinting
Shone countless silver rings
There was a woman beside him
Her hair was black like jet
She had a pearl in her ear
And not a soul could be - hoping
To be like her in any way
They rode across the fields by night
On two fine grey palfry steeds
And glancing at one another
They nodded, danced - then kissed
And continued their way, prancing
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