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No one knew her name, the girl with ebony hair
She appeared one morning on the slavers block
In the heart of the Market Square
Her hair, it shone like midnight gold
With flashing eyes to match
No tell tale collar, nor rope nor brand
No Owner to count the cash
She rose to the block with a haughty air
And drew many an admiring glance
Turned with the grace of a well trained slave
And then she began to dance
A hush went over the waiting crowd
As she twisted and turned with ease
To the silent sounds only she could hear
While she cocked her head to the breeze
It teased, it tickled, caused her to move
In a way not seen before
The bidding started, rose and grew
And the crowd began to roar
Finally, at last a sale was made,
And a pile of money laid down
Where it sat by itself on a table bare
And she was taken to town
Not a sound had left her lips
For the girl she could not speak
But she danced long into the wee small hours
Every night of the week
Her fame it grew, and people came
From cities near and far
She made her owner 20 , 30 times the amount
He had paid for her in Kar
Then one night she was gone
The tavern closed and bare
No more was seen of the exotic dances
From the girl with Ebony hair
Some say she died
And some said ran away
Back from where she came
And they remembered her dances,
Her smile, her beauty
But no one remembered her name
The Girl with Ebony Hair
Written by mouth {JT}