| There’s an old tale wrought with mystery, of Tom the Poet and his muse
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| And a magic lake which gave a life to the words
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| the poet used
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| Now, the muse she was his happiness, and he rhymed about her grace
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| And told her stories of treasures deep beneath the
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| blackened waves
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| Till' in the stillness of one dawn, still in its misty
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| crown
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| The muse she went down to the lake, and in the
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| waves she drowned
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| And now to see your love set free
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| You will need the witch 's cabin key
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| Find the lady of the light, gone mad with the night
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| That’s how you reshape destiny
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| The poet came down to the lake to call out to his
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| dear
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| When there was no answer he was overcome
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| with fear
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| He searched in vain for his treasure lost and too
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| soon the night would fall
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| Only his own echo would wail back at his call
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| And when he swore to bring back his love by stories he’d create
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| Nightmares shifted in their sleep in the darkness
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| of the lake
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| And now to see your love set free
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| You will need the witch 's cabin key
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| Find the lady of the light, still raving in the night
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| That’s how you reshape destiny
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| In the dead of night she came to him with
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| darkness in her eyes
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| Wearing a mourning gown, sweet words as her
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| disguise
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| He took her in without a word for he saw his
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| grave mistake
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| And vowed them both to silence deep beneath
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| the lake
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| Now, if it’s real or just a dream one mystery
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| remains
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| For it is said, on moonless nights they may still
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| haunt this place |