At a social gathering I saw her,
Never before did I see such elegance,
A mortal couldn’t match her grace,
None dared look in her eyes, fearing a trance,
“You lit up this room,
And the darkest corners of my heart.”
Perfect the night was,
A night which seemed like a fantasy,
Nights I’d have in the sweetest dream,
Dreams about you are always sweet,
Everyone remembers the lady in black,
Ye hath captured everyone’s heart,
And ye hath resurrected my dead soul!
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