Four winter nights since I last saw her.
I remember her hair was ebony,
We had something chemically.
I recall that it was all a blur.
I swear her eyes were sapphires,
They gleamed and glistened like fires.
But I'm sad to say on this moonlit night,
That my ebony haired lass is no more than a blight,
And her shallow grave resides
Ever do closely to the water's sides.
That was the last time I saw her.
Four winter nights since that blur.
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