Who is the chosen one,
asked girl with sad eyes.
He's a lord from the west,
he is to you the man best.
But the girl was sad as a child.
The girl carried the farmer's child,
and father noticed that.
You'll die, he yelled,
you'll die as a whore,
you belong to the gallows,
then I'll bury you and your goddamn sins.
The boy heard, that girl got hung.
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