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Ghost Poem :
Ears of the dagger point;
Eyes of the fire burn,
Lips of the ruby blood;
The wretched elf comes.
Cold of the frozen soul;
A mind of the sinister kind,
Hands of a killer be;
The wretched elf comes.
Skin brighter than white;
Hair darker than night,
Teeth yellow as rotten flesh;
The wretched elf comes.
Pain in the heart;
Loss of the mind,
Freezing of the lungs;
The wretched elf comes.
Body gone cold;
Soul gone to dust,
Death is to me;
As the wretched elf comes.
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