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Ah,
the
lengthening
hours
in
the
refinery,
belching
fire
into
the
sky.
We
do
our
best
vampire
routines
as
we
suck
the
dying
hours
dry.
The
night
is
lovely
as
a
rose.
If
I
saw
sunlight
hit
you,
I
am
sure
that
we'll
both
decompose.
Ah,
the
fitful
sleep
and
the
fire
engines
that
I
dream
of
when
I
dream
some
day
we'll
both
wake
up
for
good.
I
will
try
hard
not
to
scream.
The
evening
winds
will
shake
the
blinds,
you
are
stirring
from
your
slumber.
We've
got
something
hateful
on
our
minds.
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