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Elishiya Beck Nevermore
[Nevermore]
Elishiya Beck
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There is a small palatial town Past Ruin, and Rust, and Fallingdown And if you have been there before You’d know its name was Nevermore
A tattered stall obstructs the sun From ancient battles long since won For just behind that oaken door There lies a house called Nevermore
Where tumbleweeds enjoy a feast Then teeter-totter through the east It undulates along the floor The arid grass of Nevermore
The carriage, torn apart by green Sheets of ivy in between Reminders of the times of yore The golden years of Nevermore
A plinth that towers through the sky Erected in the tawny rye In the legends at its core The sacred shrine of Nevermore
Fields of gravestones, large and small A symbol of the city’s fall With memories of strife and gore The darkest reach of Nevermore
Flowing through the night and noon Listen and you’ll hear a snore The lulling hymn of Nevermore
Watch me closely, and you’ll see That here you truly can be free Revel in our quaint candour The lovely town of Nevermore
