Dracula

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Count Dracula is a tale which is thousands of years old But yet we don’t understand why he seems so bold
Before these teeth sucked blood? That’s a distant memory One coated in infinite agony I saw her there, in the field, lying half-dead in mud  
I come from a golden hay field Hay as all as the skyskcrpers Hayas gold as the suns kss
We took to a tent family of gypsies shadows in the forest, kept from view. We escaped the sunrise, the strangers, the shotguns, the ship’s crew.  
Its my first day on the job At Transylvania Co. No on here is human
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