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The Devi's Dance
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November 03, 2011, 02:40:pm
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To what do we owe this dark desire?
Will the story play out as a sweet satire?
Why is love so sought, yet riddled with pain?
Those tears my dear were they shed in vain?
As we danced that night was the devil there?
Did he have his fun; and where you aware?
Where you aware that I was he dressed as love that night?
As you laid and slept did you dream I took flight?
Twas not a dream, do you remember now?
Will you curtsey, as I take a bow?
Shall we meet again under a moon so pale?
May it be under deaths dark veil?
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