Dancing
Dancing
The Earth be dancing
Round
Round
As thirsty eagles of the blood
Converge
A new race of black toothed
Bats:
They be of Dracula for
Their pointed teeth
Lust for all blood
Ah! how poor the sheep
Merciless under their sucking
Teeth
These new bats of no pity:
Whilst
Dancing
Dancing
The Earth be dancing
Round
Round
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