I heard the croaking laugh
It was of a green goblin
And the goblin jumped into the night
Beneath the white search-light
Of the burning star-light
Burning, burning in the night.
Make me sleep, make me
In your womb
That yet be a tomb
Where flourish things
Where flourishes Beauty
And sadness is least.
I heard the croaking laugh
It was of a green goblin
And the goblin jumped into the night
Beneath the white search-light
Of the burning star-light
Burning, burning in the night.
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