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The Demon comes but must be called |
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Comes to all the sleeping homes |
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He breaks the night and lifts their drones |
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Demon comes but must be called |
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The Demon calls to me at length |
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Demon has no other strength |
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Except to end the stretching thighs |
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For those whose fate it is to die |
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The Demon has but one mistake |
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He lingers where he should not stay |
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He should not stay but rather go |
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Demon has no soul |
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The Demon has no soul of such |
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His breath is cold as winter's touch |
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His hair, the blackness of the night |
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Demon offers up his bite |
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The Demon is not life, we know |
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He lives but is the never-born |
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His eyes are of the blackest coal |
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Demon has no soul |
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Many are the Demon's face |
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And many are the forms he takes |
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Beware that you don't pleasure one |
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The Demon comes to anyone |
