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Moonlight is the time To catch yourself a vampire, Who will be the prey? When clouds scud over the Storm-wracked moon be you aware, That danger is near. Hiding in the trees, Evil spirits bide their time Silent, patient, dry. Hungry mouths must feed When the call of nighttime fear Leads the boy astray.
07th November 2001
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