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When Lilith came, she came at night:
          She ****** my blood
          And called it good
          And left a bite.

She left me blue and high and dry:
          Lilith I call
          Fairest of all
          The succubi.

She's gone, but still she's in my head:
          She's gone; she left,
          And I'm bereft,
          Alive, and dead.
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