How it is funny that on a day of love,
a day celebrated with a dove.
A day of happiness, there is such pain,
and has such sadness as Mr. Poe on Dreary Lane.
A day on which women wear white,
and people look on in delight.
That there is so much red,
No one realizes, they are dead.
a day celebrated with a dove.
A day of happiness, there is such pain,
and has such sadness as Mr. Poe on Dreary Lane.
A day on which women wear white,
and people look on in delight.
That there is so much red,
No one realizes, they are dead.
