He came for her in the dead of night
He came while she was sleeping
He gave her kisses of roses
And thorns that started weeping.
He gave her dreams of lost loves
And dreams of forgotten lives
His fingers touched and stroked her skin
They burned like molten knives.
By dawn she was with the devil
By morning she was his wife
So lost in love, and lost in lust
She surrendered to him her life.
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