Anita’s Going to Die

The night was cold and windy
And dark clouds hid the moon
Anita dressed quite quickly
She needed to leave soon
She told her maid to go to bed
She’d not be home till late
And so Anita took her leave
Her lover would not wait

And through the wind
She thought she heard
A whisper, like a sigh
Anita’s going to die, it said
Anita’s going to die

She hurried through the tossing trees
Her pace both quick and light
The shadows menaced on both sides
Enough to cause a fright
But on she went with purpose firm
She’d see him soon she knew
On she went, though she grew cold
The wind right through her blew

And through the wind
She thought she heard
A whisper, like a sigh
Anita’s going to die, it said
Anita’s going to die

Nearer now, she hastened on
He’d be waiting round the bend
The shadows drew closer still
But her journey soon would end
At last she saw him, waiting there
And quickly he drew nigh
She saw knife in her lover’s hand
Anita was going to die

And through the wind
She thought she heard
A whisper like a sigh
She saw the knife in her lover’s hand
Anita was going to die

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