O to be haunted!
What a favor sir!
You
Will have fortune viewing
The night tremble at
Your feet
As a sick pet!
How haunting has
Chosen the night for
Her playgrounds favorite?
Haunting be beauty
And the night choose beauty
Chose haunting,
That's it, my Monsignor.
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