The shallow voice of the wind
Cries between these ebony wings
The
There lies a beauty behind forbidden wooden doors
A beauty so
Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips
Let
Oh dismal mourning
I open my weary eyes once again
My life
She is the dark one
As a bird I watched her
From
I saw the nightfall
It called to me like a river
It was in this haunted place
Under a moonless cloak of
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