As evening fell, a maiden stood
At the edge of a wood.
In her hands lay the rein
Of a stallion.
And ne'er I'd seen a girl as fair,
Heard a gentle voice anywhere.
Whispered, "Alas"
She belonged, belonged to another--
Another forever.
Yes, she belonged to
the twilight and mist.
... Twilight And Mist, James Horner
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