It was many and many a year ago in a kingdom by the sea that a maiden there lived, who you may know, by the name of Annabelle Lee.

And this maiden, she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child in this kingdom by the sea. But we loved with the love that was more

than love, I and my Annabelle Lee, with the love that the winged seraphs of heaven coveted her

and me. And this was the reason that long ago in this kingdom by the sea, a wind blew out of a cloud, chilling, my beautiful Annabelle

Lee, so that her high-born kinsman came and bore her away from me to shut her up in a sepulchre

in this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, went envying her and me.

Yes, this was the reason, as all men know in this kingdom

by the sea, that the wind came out of the cloud by night, chilling and killing my Annabelle Lee.

But our love, it was stronger by far than the love of those who were older than we of many far wiser than we and neither the

angels in heaven above nor the demons down under the sea can ever de-sever my soul from the soul

of the beautiful annabelle lee for the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful

annabelle lee and the stars never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabelle Lee,

and the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes of the beautiful Annabelle Lee.

And so all the night tide, I lay down by the side of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,

in her sepulchre there by the sea,

in her tomb by the sounding sea.

Good times come and good times go, and when they do,

hold out to these bones and feathers, herbs and stone,

words and whither, hearth and home, hippie witch, Heart and Home

Hippie Witch,

Hipby Witch magic with the switch

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