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There was once a charcoal burner
      who had a son and the son was

      a charcoal burner too

 
 
 

                There the two sat and the maiden
                        sitting between them spoke not

                        a word but the fire shone on

                        her face and the son could see

                        her great beauty

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

       After that neither praying nor pleading helped
 

 

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