On a winding path strewn with autumn leaves,
I encountered an exquisite maiden,
She was alluring as the ancient trees,
With the mysterious charm of a pagan,
She enchanted me with her gentle voice,
I was mesmerized by her eyes,
She had me spellbound and my heart rejoiced
When we stood beneath an October sunrise,
The sunlight shined on her gorgeous brown hair,
Illuminating the locks upon her head,
She was so beautiful I had to stare,
And her hair seemed golden, orange or red,
She looked so lovely bathed in that light,
And lovelier as I saw her that night
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