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This is about the tragic death of a young woman. |
It is said that she strides around in the dead of night Some people are said to hace fled in fright Because her stately appearance is such a sight But they say that she is always 'a moaning Her cracked lips constantly issuing a groaning And that she always draws a ragged breath And they also say that it was her spouse that caused her death Because of her burns, it is water she will always seek Her life had ill turns, and she was frequently weak Through the halls of the castle She always roams Her life there was a hassle And she had to die there of all homes They say that she always pleads for help And that if you strain your ears You can occasionally hear a yelp And someone burst into tears Then you know that it is Julia Some people have learned That she was once pushed into the flames And that is how she was burned And the person who did it remains unnamed It is said that she always yearns And something in your stomach churns But some say 'tis just the wind Or your mind, harking back on the times you have sinned People stay away from that place And only those wanting a thrill go there Though they still make haste But the one thing they want to see is her once-lovely face And they also say that those who go in search for her never achieve that dream But why people find her and some people don't, that will always be a sieve But there is also a rumor that she was seen near a well On the grounds of the place she will always dwell |