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The Annabel Lee I Admire
Lips painted the color of the night sky
Hands as soft as a doves feather
For my love i would lay and die
But for now i’ll write this letter
With the Garden of Eden
Us humans first got love
And until the apple was eaten
We were as pure as the father above
With the whispers in the wind
And the devil in the trees
I wanted you until the end
So I Descended to one of my knees
A ring can be a lot
One of fire,one of rock
And until in ground i rot
My heart you have on lock
I need no hero
For you will come to see
That i write like edgar poe
So that makes you , my annabel lee
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this is to pay hommage and an allusion to Edgar Allen Poes own Annabel lee