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...