The Lady Black
The spider in her web,
Waiting the night,
Expecting love to come,
And slake her thirst.
She lies wrapped in
Chambers of silk,
And she lays her hand
Upon the windowsill,
Looking for her lover.
The spider in her web,
Waiting the night,
Expecting love to come,
And slake her thirst.
She lies wrapped in
Chambers of silk,
And she lays her hand
Upon the windowsill,
Looking for her lover.
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