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Was it a dream? |
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Was it in Hell? |
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What is the difference? |
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I scarcely can tell |
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Is it just I |
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Or the world |
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That's gone mad? |
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This Vision insane, I'll explain, that I had... |
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Mourning for something |
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Something I've never known |
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I Search for a headstone |
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A Plot with a marker |
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But what did I find |
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In time? |
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Nothing but a blindness inside |
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And golden birds in the clouds of my eyes |
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Then a ghostly waif did arrive |
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And demanded: |
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"Who will love or listen to me now? |
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What lost urchin searches for my poor disfigured ghost?" |
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And so a Grave I did find |
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In time |
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Not one of the dead |
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But voices echoing in my head |
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They said: |
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Standing condemned |
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The trial commenced |
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None to defend her and no evidence |
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Vaguely aware Of her hands in their chains |
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Heedless of all that the chamber contained |
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The sentence was passed |
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The barristers laughed |
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When they had killed her they cut her in half |
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When golden birds flew |
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Out from her severed halves |
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They trapped them to sell to the gathered riff-raff |
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All the ghosts had gone unnoticed there |
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They haunted |
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Every corner of the court and |
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Outside in the square they waited |
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Golden feathers now in their tin cages |
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Waving farewell to the shades as they brought her to |
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This place where only memories can breathe |
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She sits sewn together and scarcely bereaved |
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Unheard she sings an unearthly lament |
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And no one on earth seems to know where she went |
