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Leanan Sidhe
Upon the Isle of Man,
within a cold dark sea
She walks within the mist,
no travelers this night, to feed.
Beautiful Leanan Sidhe.
Upon the cold sea�s surf,
she drifts within it�s foam,
and to a window�s ledge she climbs.
Wicked Leanan Sidhe.
An open window finds
a Landsman and his bride,
no more this night will be.
Tweed and Till are rivers
runnin with blood