Morella was a friend of mine

I never loved her, but we married

She made me happy in a way I can't explain

A kind of mystic happiness



Talking of philosophy we spent many hours

May awareness of yourself still survive to death?

I was very happy then, listenin' to her

Till a day, a fatal day, joy was turned to hate!



Hating my Morella I wished her to die

Illness fell upon her, she began to fade

She told me to listen, "I've something to tell:

Who you never loved in life, you will love in death"



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"This is the day of days, the day to live and die, for all the daughters of death and sky

Tonight we're gonna die, but I will live again

The time of pain for you has began"



Growin' up day by day, pretty little girl

Our daughter I did love more than you can now

So resembling to her mother, too wise for a child

I never gave a name to her, until she was ten

I had to baptize her, we went to the church

And the priest he asked me the name of the girl

Still I don't know why "Morella" did I say

Screaming "Here I am!" my little daughter died



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And when I went to our family's tomb to bury the second Morella, I didn't find any sign of the

first. And I began to laugh... and laugh... and laugh...