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| - I've dreamed of the kiss I stole 'neath the arbor. I've dreamed of the promise 'neath the old ash tree. O, I know she is there, daisies in her hair, Waiting by the chantry to marry me. One last stream to cross, one last hill to wander. Until I reach the love I'm longing to see. O, I know she is there, daisies in her hair, Waiting by the chantry to marry me. Running through the streets, only silence follows. Elven arrows sunk into the old ash tree. O, I know she's there, daisies in her hair, Waiting by the chantry to marry me.
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| - I've dreamed of the kiss I stole 'neath the arbor. I've dreamed of the promise 'neath the old ash tree. O, I know she is there, daisies in her hair, Waiting by the chantry to marry me. One last stream to cross, one last hill to wander. Until I reach the love I'm longing to see. O, I know she is there, daisies in her hair, Waiting by the chantry to marry me. Running through the streets, only silence follows. Elven arrows sunk into the old ash tree. O, I know she's there, daisies in her hair, Waiting by the chantry to marry me. Ruby on the green, petals lost and drifting. Take her to His side, Andraste hear my plea. I found her lying there, daisies in her hair, Waiting by the chantry to marry me. Not surprisingly, this folk song originates from the Red Crossing region, although it is known in various parts of Orlais. While clearly inspired by the events of the Exalted March of the Dales, it is unknown whether the narrator and the eponymous "girl" are based on actual figures or are representative of the overall losses suffered at Red Crossing. —From Orlesian Musical Tradition by Sister Rosette, published by the University of Orlais== Related codex entries ==
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