"..she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, / Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, / She paddles her white canoe. / And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see, / And her paddle I soon shall hear; / Long and loving our life shall be, / And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, / When the footstep of death is near."
— Sep 29, 2022 12:46PM
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