Curtain of black were inside the room
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Shutting out the light, the light that always hurt his eyes
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There was nothing bright in the entire mansion, no..no
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Except for the candlelight...the light...and the fire that burned real slow
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Oh Miriam...why did you have to go and die?
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Curtains of black were inside the room
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Abigail was not alone, there was someone else in here too
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"Come closer my dear" said the shadow in the wheelchair
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"Stand by the fireplace so I can better see your face"
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Oh Miriam...why did you have to go and die?
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The shadow could not believe the likeness in her face
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It looked as if Miriam had come back from the grave
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"I am Count De La Fey and you are"
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"Abigail" she whispered and shirvered to the bone
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"Can I.." he said "Can I call you Miriam?"
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"Miriam or Abigail is fine
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You can even call me Lucy for it is just a name"
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He struggled out of the wheelchair
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Since his fall many years ago
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Now he could only walk by a cane, what a shame
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"Don't move, stay where you are" and then he was ight behind her
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Touching her lon black hair, he was breathing much harder now
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Then he grabbed her head
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In pain she screamed as he
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Yanked out a lock of that beautiful hair, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear
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He quickly struggled across the floor to another cabinet
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Behind the glass doors it said: "To My Beloved Dear"
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It was then he started to comapre, and she saw the other hair
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In his twisted mind she was back but why?
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"I must retire my dear in order to prepare
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You should do the same, tommorow an heir"
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Miriam
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| King Diamond |
