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"Edgar Allen Poe's strange tale of a gentleman whose true love succumbs to a fatal illness, is retold in the true fashion of the bizarre. A dreamy, drug induced state is no escape from the pain felt after losing his beautiful Ligeia. In time, he remarries. Soon after, however, wife number two falls ill and becomes comatosed. Life now drained from her body, an odd cry is heard from her death bed. The eyes stare back... Ligeia is reborn. 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; "