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This is the tale they tell	B
Of an Hallowe'en	C
This is the thing that befell	B
Me and the village Belle	B
Beautiful Aimee Dean	C
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Did I love her God and she	D
They know and I	E
And love was the life of me	D
Whatever else may be	D
Would God that I could die	E
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That All Saints' eve was dim	F
The frost lay white	G
Under strange stars and a slim	F
Moon in the graveyard grim	F
An Autumn ghost of light	G
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They told her Go alone	H
With never a word	I
To the burial plot's unknown	H
Grave with the grayest stone	H
When the clock on twelve is heard	I
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Three times around it pass	J
With never a sound	K
Each time a wisp of grass	J
And myrtle pluck and pass	J
Out of the ghostly ground	K
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And the bridegroom that's to be	D
At smiling wait	L
With a face like mist to see	D
With graceful gallantry	D
Will bow you to the gate	L
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She laughed at this and so	M
Bespoke us how	N
To the burial place she'd go	M
And I was glad to know	M
For I'd be there to bow	N
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An acre from the farm	O
The homestead graves	P
Lay walled from sun and storm	Q
Old cedars of priestly form	Q
Around like sentinel slaves	P
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I loved but never could say	R
Such words to her	S
And waited from day to day	R
Nursing the hope that lay	R
Under the doubts that were	S
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She passed 'neath the iron arch	T
Of the legended ground	K
And the moon like a twisted torch	U
Burned over one lonesome larch	T
She passed with never a sound	K
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Three times had the circle traced	V
Three times had bent	W
To the grave that the myrtle graced	V
Three times then softly faced	V
Homeward and slowly went	W
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Had the moonlight changed me so	M
Or fear undone	X
Her stepping strange and slow	M
Did she see and did not know	M
Or loved she another one	X
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Who knows She turned to flee	D
With a face so white	G
That it haunts and will haunt me	D
The wind blew gustily	D
The graveyard gate clanged tight	G
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Did she think it me or what	Y
Clutching her dress	Z
Her face so pinched that not	A2
A star in a stormy spot	A2
Shows half as much distress	Z
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Did I speak did she answer aught	A2
O God had I said	A2
Aimee 't is I but naught	A2
And the mist and the moon distraught	A2
Stared with me on her dead	A2
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This is the tale they tell	D
Of the Hallowe'en	C
This is the thing that befell	D
Me and the village Belle	D
Beautiful Aimee Dean	C

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