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( The Lake EP / Allen Poe )

In spring, it was my lot
To of the wide earth a spot
To which I could not love the
So was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock
And the tall that towered around

But when the had thrown her pall
Upon spot as upon all
And the would pass me by
In its stilly

My infant would awake
To the of the lone lake
My infant spirit awake
To the terror of the lone

Yet terror was not fright
But a tremulous
And a feeling
from a darkened mind
Death was in that wave
And in its gulf a grave
For him who thence could bring
To his dark
Whose wildering though could make
An of that dim lake

But when the had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as all
And the wind would me by
In its stilly

My infant spirit would
To the terror of the lone
My infant would awake
To the terror of the lake

Springing from a mind
So lovely was the
In spring, it was my lot
In its melody
An Eden of that dim
An Eden of dim lake
Lone, lone, lonely...