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( The Lake EP / Edgar Poe )

In spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the earth a spot
To which I could not love the
So lovely was the
Of a wild lake, with rock bound
And the trees that towered around

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

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

Yet that was not fright
But a delight
And a feeling
from a darkened mind
Death was in poisoned wave
And in its gulf a grave
For him who thence could bring
To his dark
wildering though could even make
An Eden of 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 awake
To the terror of the lone
My spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone

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