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( The Lake EP / Allen Poe )

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

But the night had thrown her pall
that spot as upon all
And the wind pass me by
In its melody

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

Yet terror was not fright
But a delight
And a feeling
Springing from a darkened
was in that poisoned wave
And in its gulf a fitting
For him who thence could solace
To his imagining
Whose wildering could even make
An of that dim lake

But when the night had her pall
that spot as upon all
And the wind pass me by
In its melody

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

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