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Sweet Dreams Of May
The moaning moon whispered sorrow
and what mournful dirges like those whispered by the moon
what morbid thoughts those whispered by the moon
Tantalized....my lust i follow
Killing, dying, pale and cold
the moon rays that were left unfold
those hopes that were gone astray
what dreams were left from May?
those dreams i can't forget
the pain i can't rid
the tears i can't shed
over those...who were left in May
By the leaves of Autumn mist
and the roads the fate doth twist
by the dirges the Moon doth cast
and my hopes that have gone so ...