A pale thin girl, with eyes forlorn
Stepped into the cold night.
She told Sleep not to visit me,
That she'd rather haunt my thoughts
And sway in the tumultuous winds.
In my dreams she came to see me,
She bore a golden crown but had no King.
And with her pale skin and emerald eyes,
She enchanted me,
So that I forgave her sweet soul.
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