(She has never thought of herself as like another. The idea stings her pride, but it also soothes her heart. If she is like someone else - even a little bit - she isn't alone.)
Is it only loneliness? (Maidens who are virgins call to her and sing for her. They tell her of grand romances and the lives they wish to have. Men too hunt her, using golden rope to try to trap her. What a fine gift she will make for their lady! Of course she is never caught. They are too slow and too clumsy for her.)
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Is it only loneliness? (Maidens who are virgins call to her and sing for her. They tell her of grand romances and the lives they wish to have. Men too hunt her, using golden rope to try to trap her. What a fine gift she will make for their lady! Of course she is never caught. They are too slow and too clumsy for her.)
I do not think I could be either of those things.