Oh ebony cloak
Some old mourner come
One hundred years come
Still sheds tears come
A single rose
Red like a crimson blood drop
Place upon the grave
On the day of birth
Of a man
borne sad
Lived sad
Died sad
So many losses
He did share
In pages of a book
I and others bear
Called the works of Edgar Allen Poe
Some old mourner come
One hundred years come
Still sheds tears come
A single rose
Red like a crimson blood drop
Place upon the grave
On the day of birth
Of a man
borne sad
Lived sad
Died sad
So many losses
He did share
In pages of a book
I and others bear
Called the works of Edgar Allen Poe
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