And in the dawning of the day in late september
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There came a weeping from outside my chamber door
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Weary from fever I rose up ??
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A Raven with a broken wing yet nothing more
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I turn my head the once and bird become a damsel
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With lips of cherry, ivory skin and lustrous hair
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Open the doorway wide and smile for her to enter
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Not in my lifetime seen a beast so rare
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Sweet thighs of ruin how I loved her, and I loved her
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She muttered low and helped me to her infant breasts
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Deliverance was long and strong as god's my witness
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Babylon burning sorrow known with each caress
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And let the night in
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For you were broken
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Too ill to touch
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Too much
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And with the medal Eguinal had done their duty
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The morning glory lying awoke with duly low
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I breathed my last the day the warning bell was knelling
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She smoothed her feathers down and flew out my window
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And let the night in
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But you were broken
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Too ill to touch
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Too much
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And let the night in
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For you were broken
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Too ill to touch
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Too much
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And let the night in
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For you were broken
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Too ill to touch
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Too much
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The Raven
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| Isobel Campbell |
