Spirits Of The Dead
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Lyrics
Thy soul shall find itself alone,
mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone.
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry,
into thine hour of secrecy.
(Edgar Allan Poe)
mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone.
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry,
into thine hour of secrecy.
(Edgar Allan Poe)