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Beyond the seas Beneath the trees Beside the whispering well. There lives a maid An old, old maid Of whom my tale will tell. In times gone by, In great supply, Her life was strong and clear. Her wisdom shared, As others cared, She lived a life sincere . Then day by day The curse, they say, Insidious appeared. So bit by bit, As favour quit, From view she disappeared. Now all alone She sits unknown A trace of times gone by. To be again She waits in vain And heaves a final sigh . This tale I tell, Please heed me well, And listen as you will. The sad maid thence Is common sense, She’s waiting for you still .