Spectral lovers entwined above the bed,
In the feeble rays of morning,
When the darkness slowly fled.
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Shapeless palms of airy beauty
Met before the darkly dawn…
Set before the dying beauty
Of the night in brightly morn…
And the whispers of there features,
And their eyes bereaved, benight;
Lore to learn without a teacher,
Love that fled before the light…
And the glossy eye of conscience,
Closing like a feeble film
Over hopes of grassy meadows,
Drowning dead in fluid stream.
Perfume, sweet, of withered flowers
Issue from the lover’s glances,
And falls dead in morning hours
Like the faded, dreamhood chances.
So forsake the ghostly romance,
And resign to nightly reverie.
Place a lock and bare the door,
For the dream shall happen…Nevermore.
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Spectral lovers dancing to a placid theme,
Parting ways in newly sunshine,
While I wake from darkly dream.
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