Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Her lips were red, her looks were free,

Her locks were yellow as gold:

Her skin was as white as leprosy,

The Night-Mare Life-in-Death was she,

Who thicks man's blood with cold.

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