| There she stands, this lovely creature,
There she stands, there she stands,
With her hair full of ribbons,
And green gloves on her hands,
So I asked this lovely creature,
Yes, I asked. Yes I asked,
Would she walk with me a while,
Through this night so fast,
She took my hand, this lovely creature,
''Yes'', she said, ''Yes'', she said,
''Yes, I'll walk with you a while'',
It was a joyful man she led,
Over hills, this lovely creature,
Over mountains, over ranges,
By great pyramids and sphinxs,
We met drifters and strangers,
Oh the sands, my lovely creature,
And the mad, moaning winds,
At night the deserts writhed,
With diabolical things,
Through the night, through the night,
The wind lashed and it whipped me,
When I got home, my lovely creature,
She was no longer with me,
Somewhere she lies, this lovely creature,
Beneath the slow drifting sands,
With her hair full of ribbons,
And green gloves on her hands.
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