Lenore, not lost
but only sleeping
sainted, yes
and night comes reaping
radiant with demon's dreaming
tapping, tapping, like before.
Sure, the wind
has caught you from me
dances with you
rare Lenore.
Send this shadow
with it's rapping
send it
flying, from my door.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
Lenore, not lost
but only sleeping
sainted, yes
and night comes reaping
radiant with demon's dreaming
tapping, tapping, like before.
Sure, the wind
has caught you from me
dances with you
rare Lenore.
Send this shadow
with it's rapping
send it
flying, from my door.
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