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By day, she sleeps on a silken sheet.
Her vassal dreams she is his lover
and glows to her empty praises.
As darkness falls her vassal lifts
her cold coffin cover,
gives his throbbing vein to her delight.
He longs to be a bold vampire
but when his blood drains dry
and spirit wastes
she'll rid herself
of his yearning arid husk.
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