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And one night |
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when the moon was full and its silver spears |
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pierced her mournful heart |
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gently up the creaking stairs |
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allready more dead than alive |
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Weak and weary |
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pale and cold |
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blood still flowing |
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si it is told |
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At the top she dropped to the floor |
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just outside my bedroom door |
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silent as a dying day |
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with a whimper she passed away |
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tis said from shadows grey |
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devild come to take her away |
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as her sin made heaven reject her |
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hell set out to resurrect her |
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born of evil and all that may dwell |
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in the darkest, the deepest of hell |
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so tis told in these here parts |
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the devils bride she became |
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when hell took her heart |
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centuries ago, maybe more |
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still she comes to my bedrrom door |
