Mr. Poe
Mr. Poe
Mr. Poe
Mr. Poe
Mr. Poe, are you alright? Are you alright Mr. Poe?
Edgar!
I'm sorry, I haven't been well
It's alright Edgar, you're alright
Shall we continue then?
There's a cemetery next to an old church they call St. John's
There's a boy who spends his time
here and he'll stay from dusk till dawn
There's a grave a blackest granite where that boy ever remains,
A grave of blackest granite where poor Fanny Allan lays
Here shrouded forms do start and sigh
And without waking pass him by
Ghostly forms of friends long given
In agony to Earth and Heaven
And life is but a dream for those whose eyes are always cast on
things around them with a richter(?
)/rake(?) turned never back upon the past
There's a cemetery next to an old church they call St. John's
There's a boy who spends his time
here and he'll stay from dusk till dawn
For this is the one place really where he truly feels at home
Where he can be himself completely, and he doesn't feel alone
For here the spirits of the dead
Who stood in life before him stand again
In death around him and their will still overshadows him
And life is but a dream for those whose eyes are always cast on
things around them with a richter(?
)/rake(?) turned never back upon the past
There's one more reason why he
comes here and that reason is quite plain
There's a girl who spends her time here, and Elmira is her name

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