Morella was a friend of mine
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I never loved her, but we married
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She made me happy in a way I can't explain
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A kind of mystic happiness
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Talking of philosophy we spent many hours
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May awareness of yourself still survive to death?
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I was very happy then, listenin' to her
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Till a day, a fatal day, joy was turned to hate!
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Hating my Morella I wished her to die
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Illness fell upon her, she began to fade
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She told me to listen, "I've something to tell:
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Who you never loved in life, you will love in death"
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[chorus]
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"This is the day of days, the day to live and die, for all the daughters of death and sky
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Tonight we're gonna die, but I will live again
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The time of pain for you has began"
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Growin' up day by day, pretty little girl
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Our daughter I did love more than you can now
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So resembling to her mother, too wise for a child
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I never gave a name to her, until she was ten
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I had to baptize her, we went to the church
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And the priest he asked me the name of the girl
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Still I don't know why "Morella" did I say
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Screaming "Here I am!" my little daughter died
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[chorus]
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And when I went to our family's tomb to bury the second Morella, I didn't find any sign of the
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first. And I began to laugh... and laugh... and laugh...
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Morella
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| Drakkar |
