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There’s an old tale wrought with mystery, of Tom the Poet and his muse

And a magic lake which gave a life to the words

the poet used

Now, the muse she was his happiness, and he rhymed about her grace

And told her stories of treasures deep beneath the

blackened waves

Till' in the stillness of one dawn, still in its misty

crown

The muse she went down to the lake, and in the

waves she drowned

And now to see your love set free

You will need the witch 's cabin key

Find the lady of the light, gone mad with the night

That’s how you reshape destiny

The poet came down to the lake to call out to his

dear

When there was no answer he was overcome

with fear

He searched in vain for his treasure lost and too

soon the night would fall

Only his own echo would wail back at his call

And when he swore to bring back his love by stories he’d create

Nightmares shifted in their sleep in the darkness

of the lake

And now to see your love set free

You will need the witch 's cabin key

Find the lady of the light, still raving in the night

That’s how you reshape destiny

In the dead of night she came to him with

darkness in her eyes

Wearing a mourning gown, sweet words as her

disguise

He took her in without a word for he saw his

grave mistake

And vowed them both to silence deep beneath

the lake

Now, if it’s real or just a dream one mystery

remains

For it is said, on moonless nights they may still

haunt this place

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