The Erl-kings Pale Daughter
O father, my father, and saw you not plain, The Erl-Kings pale daughter glide past thro the rain? O yes, my loved treasure, I knew it full soon; It was the grey willow that danced to the moon. Moonlit mist clinging to skin the color of ghost lilies, pearlescent and cold. A spectral musk possessing the sheen of river water at night.
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