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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