Centuries of silence remain in the crypt of my beloved Lenore,
Reveries of her beating heart summon mourning,
Leaving me outside her aging crypt,
Dying to get inside,
Her siren’s call lures me here,
Rid me of this wretched life
So I may lay with my beloved Lenore,
I pray for this and nothing more.
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