The Depth of Ballads

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Amidst the fields and rolling hills,
A story lies untold.
Of love and loss, of joys and thrills,
A tale forever bold.
The lonesome bard with harp in hand,
Strums out a haunting tune.
Of heroes brave and noble stand,
Beneath the silvery moon.
The maiden fair with golden hair,
Longs for her lover's return.
Her heart, it aches with deepest care,
For his embrace she yearns.
But fate, it has a cruel design,
And tears them far apart.
Their love, a flame that once did shine,
Now withers in the heart.
Yet still the ballad echoes on,
Through ages yet to be.
A testament to love long gone,
And all its mystery.