Oh, I heard the suspicion that through the woods there's something wicked.
A gambit for passion in an abandoned mansion.
A gambit for passion in an abandoned mansion.
With Victorian ornaments confining Simon the Sorcerer.
And gargoyles perched, leading Helene through the woods.
Tales as tall as the skies of tiger striped twilight.
On the night you arrived.
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