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.