.In her youth she made tons of pence
Ghost-penning songs for big hair aristocrats.
Now she lies in a plush, velvet bed,
Shaped like a coffin and filled with bats.
And she is pale and I am smitten
And in the moonlight we both still like
The smell of anything night blooming,.
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