Wuthering Heights

Oh distraught king of the moors
Your true love betrayed
Torn apart by blatant greed
You conspire your revenge.
 
Oh sorrowful queen of the moors
Your true love betrayed
His bitter heart lost to another
Your desire for life has ceased.
 
Sweet master of her soul
Her last breath taken in your arms.
 
Sweet mistress of his soul
Your wild heart has finally come to rest.
 
Tormented master of Wuthering Heights
Eternally haunted by love’s cruel wrath
Her lament beckoning you to her
Your tortured soul is forever free.
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