Poor Poor Lenore

	  		
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Poor, poor Lenore  
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carried off by crows  
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as she wandered alone  
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where the red oaks grow  

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Black, black were their beaks  
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twisted in her hair  
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and black were their wings  
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whipping up through the air  

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Fly, fly into the breeze,  
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Lenore and the crows,  
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to the top of a dead tree  
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where the heartbroken go  



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Love, she fell in love  
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with the grave digger's son  
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who was thin as the bow  
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of his black violin  

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Kiss, he kissed so hard  
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her mouth filled with blood  
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then he left her to cry  
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where the red oaks die 

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Fly, fly into the breeze,  
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Lenore and the crows,  
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to the top of a dead tree  
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where the heartbroken go  



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