In my thoughts, in my dreams, in that abysmal abyss, I found scorched memories and the lips of an angel I once did kiss.
For her I did stumble, For her I did fall,
She was my muse and my Siren's call.
How many schemes may die
In one short Afternoon
Entirely unknown
To those they most concern-
The man that was not lost
Because by accident
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