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Sitting by the lake one glorious morning day

I contemplated my journey ahead

All at once, behind me somewhere,

I heard a melodious voice singing in the wind

Turning around to see who it might be

I saw a young girl with sun-golden hair

And a staff in her hand

As she approached the lake

She noticed I was there

With a radiant smile on her face

She came closer to the lake

We said our hello's and her name was Gabrielle

She was on her way to Ahens

To meet her good friend

Neither one of us in a hurry

She told me some stories

Both funny and sad

And I was awed by the knowledge she had

Before we knew it

The morn had slipped by

We said our goodbyes and started our separate ways

But more stories I wanted to hear

So to Athens I followed the bard

Gabrielle was her name