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When I entered the swirling room

All I heard was her voice

All I saw was a living dream

A first-class woman of the street.

What's a bordel after all

But a heavenly hell?

Our eyes met and met again

And for a full minute

We stood frozen in each other's eyes

Her voice wafting round the room

Time stopped in the gloom

Naturally I followed her, Certainly an omen?

She had other men

But my longing, touched her fragile heart

On which I lay softly.

As a token of our love, I gave her a scarlet locket

A master I, second generation, he nobles of my family

Would have none of her

We decided to leave this world together.

My lover dead besides me

Still so beautiful, yet so still

I found that I had stayed behind

And this stime I chose not to follow.

Strange that I should have done so

For what did my long life have to show?

I would marry her that my parents approved

She gave me the requisite sons

All inheritance I threw away

For second class parts on a sorry stage

And the achievement of old age.

In studio I stood absentminded

Watching dream machine turn.

Ghostly spirits flew all round

I admit I was cynical untouched by modern magic.

Yet it was for this I chose to live

And thee unbelieving

I saw her coming, coming inexorably, closer and closer

Till I realized ghosts were true

Pale she was yet young as I knew her

As faithful as I'd been faithless