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Tatum's Taunting Tunes
are darkly mezmerizing in...
The Haunting Blue Hour
Recent mornings of my day
evoke the witching spell
of a resonating female voice
that startles me as well.
The voice's source is yet unknown
but echoes 'cross the lake.
Her repertoire's heard from afar,
not long before daybreak.
The songs are sad, yet beautiful;
her voice and pitch, refined,
with eerie virtuosity,
and striking to the mind!
I sought to find the mystery voice
and scoured the township through.
To hunt her down all through the town,
the more the mystery grew.
There's one site yet to be explored
of which I'm rather wary;
a place I'll brave to find her grave,
the haunted cemetery.
are darkly mezmerizing in...
The Haunting Blue Hour
Recent mornings of my day
evoke the witching spell
of a resonating female voice
that startles me as well.
The voice's source is yet unknown
but echoes 'cross the lake.
Her repertoire's heard from afar,
not long before daybreak.
The songs are sad, yet beautiful;
her voice and pitch, refined,
with eerie virtuosity,
and striking to the mind!
I sought to find the mystery voice
and scoured the township through.
To hunt her down all through the town,
the more the mystery grew.
There's one site yet to be explored
of which I'm rather wary;
a place I'll brave to find her grave,
the haunted cemetery.
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The Haunting Blue Hour
The Haunting Blue Hour