And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- This it is, and nothing more.
She didn't do anything at allexcept arrived without warningin the middle of the night(right when I least expected it)She walked by me, with a strut in her stepsmelling like summercausing me to turn my head(even the leaves swayed her way)All she did was look at mewith bright, curious eyesfilled with mirth and secrets(as if an adventure was about to happen)I tried not to think of her at allnot the curves of her bodyor the stories that she told(you knew there'd never be dull conversations)By then, I couldn't walk awayI got caught up in her stormwithout a care in the world(I was a very good swimmer)She was a hurricane who created her own sunshine.
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She didn't do anything at allexcept arrived without warningin the middle of the night(right when I least expected it)She walked by me, with a strut in her stepsmelling like summercausing me to turn my head(even the leaves swayed her way)All she did was look at mewith bright, curious eyesfilled with mirth and secrets(as if an adventure was about to happen)I tried not to think of her at allnot the curves of her bodyor the stories that she told(you knew there'd never be dull conversations)By then, I couldn't walk awayI got caught up in her stormwithout a care in the world(I was a very good swimmer)She was a hurricane who created her own sunshine.
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