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Maeve the Brave went walking, steady heart and hands...
Over hills and valleys, deep through lonely lands...
Maeve the Brave went quiet, clutching tight her bow...
Turned to face the rising gloom and wicked wolves below...
Maeve the Brave went forward, eyes and soul afire...
Arrow after arrow soared 'til she began to tire...
Maeve the Brave went down, wounded to the earth...
Blinked up at the stars above, pondering their worth...
Maeve the Brave went digging, 'til deep within she found...
The strength to rouse, to rise, to slay the final hound...
Maeve the Brave went into song, far beyond her death...
Lives on still in story, in minstrels' joyous breath...
Maeve the Brave went walking, steady hands and heart...
Stars shine down upon us all... time and worlds apart.