Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
I found a beautiful maiden and i wondered why she was standing there
Her face was pale and her eyes were dark like the night
She stood there quitely so I moved a bit closer to her
But she still didnt move
Finally we stood face to face
And I could see the sadness in her eyes
She put her hand on my shoulder
Then I could feel her icy touch slowly draining me
Slowly I felt myself drifting away
And the last words I heard were "Im so sorry"
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