[by Edgar Allen Poe]
Lo! 'tis agala night
Within the lonesome
Taste, Taste my bitter dreams,The emotions which spring fromA dark
Winds, blow away the memoriesWaves, drown the sadnessNight, hide your
Tears of you in my hands diamonds on fire
I feel
A prayer above
The seraph's mourn
His fate was known
So long ago
His
The sun turned black
Through the shades of gray
I see your
His disease
The eternal prejudice
Towards the unknown
Changed his life
Into a ni
Traces of the past
The memories which make
The whirlwind of illusions
To
A city without a country
Traveling at the cold ocean
Carrying the
I'm the criesThe cries of all the weakI'm the liesThe
[INSTRUMENTAL]
(lyrics in commas are taken by Mozart's Requiem)Iron horses burn
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