From Crusade of Tears by C.D. Baker
"I'll sing a song of the women of Brabbia." He hummed a few notes before he began, and it was plain that he'd been blessed with a voice well suited for his calling:
I met once a maid
Whose touch stole my soul.
A beauty indeed,
An angel aglow.
Silk hair, golden braids,
Shaped hips, eyes of blue
Her smile lit the heavens,
Her kiss was sweet dew.
Red lips like spring roses....
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