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i do not remember, where we did meet
lengthened years have built my mind, memories undeo
yet with instability one thing stands too clear
lady perfection, mystery, of whom i shed a tear

airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
cured of her malady, could this be my lost;
ligeia

airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
cured of her malady, could this be my lost;
ligeia

sickness fell upon ligeia, all knew she would die
midnight came to lay her rest, farewell
opium dreams, grief-stricken years, i took another bride
replacing that which i did have, ligeia why

airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
cured of her malady, could this be my lost;
ligeia

airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
cured of her malady, could this be my lost;
ligeia

chronic disease, my luck cursed
my new wife has died

coming from her bed of death, i thought i heard her cry
could a corpse cold, stiff, sedate, sob in the bed it lie
approaching her, i chilled to stone, for it did swiftly rise
i can never be mistaken, there were, they were ligeia's eyes

airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory
cured of her malady, could this be my lost;
ligeia

air woven divinity, tears shed, vitality
cured of her malady, yet this is my lost
i do not remember, where we did meet   lengthened years have built my mind, memories undeo   yet with instability one thing stands too clear   lady perfection, mystery, of whom i shed a tear      airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory   cured of her malady, could this be my lost;   ligeia      airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory   cured of her malady, could this be my lost;   ligeia      sickness fell upon ligeia, all knew she would die   midnight came to lay her rest, farewell   opium dreams, grief-stricken years, i took another bride   replacing that which i did have, ligeia why      airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory   cured of her malady, could this be my lost;   ligeia      airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory   cured of her malady, could this be my lost;   ligeia      chronic disease, my luck cursed   my new wife has died      coming from her bed of death, i thought i heard her cry   could a corpse cold, stiff, sedate, sob in the bed it lie   approaching her, i chilled to stone, for it did swiftly rise   i can never be mistaken, there were, they were ligeia's eyes      airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory   cured of her malady, could this be my lost;   ligeia      air woven divinity, tears shed, vitality   cured of her malady, yet this is my lost
 
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