I was in love with Lenore
The beautiful maiden
Of the sunlit shores
The Raven’ s delight
My Annabelle li was my dream
How I miss her tonight
The seplechure was not for her
No this tomb holds me tight
A death to love made of fear
Painted in deep tones of agony
Lost in my own inabilities
All because I cling to misery
Oh lady of Shadow’s who I love more
Than any being in this reality
If you walk this waking world
I am here, yours to hold, be forever happy
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