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Last wing-vampire of the season!
Final of uncounted numbers!
You, for some sufficient reason,
Sing a requiem to my slumbers.
All the friends that you have known
Twined in merriment or pain,
From your gentle side have flown,
Or at sanguine feasts were slain.
Final of uncounted numbers!
You, for some sufficient reason,
Sing a requiem to my slumbers.
All the friends that you have known
Twined in merriment or pain,
From your gentle side have flown,
Or at sanguine feasts were slain.
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