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A Beautiful Vampire
How they wander the world
When the moon hangs high
Their skin so pale
It's like a disguise
And the teeth they bare
Hidden keenly, you see
Are nothing compared
To the written literacy
Despite the stories
Not seen in reflections
Is slightly wrong
Just humor my correction
And when they see the sun
Their tolerance is short
But they can handle it lightly
A secret of the sort
Music makes them cry
Poetry steals their breath
The violin binds in their soul
Although, they walk in death
And when there is a shadow
Which nightmares can inspire
Quite possibly there might hide
A beautiful vampire
