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Dreams she makes, With craft so fine
They tear the heart, And cloud the mind
Chainsaw dreams, In jungles dark
Hollywood dreams, Whimsome larks

Her Zombie dreams, With skin of grey
Dance in graveyards, And come what may
She likes it spooky, He's such a fool
She rose again, A sexy ghoul

Her greatest dream, Is not a part
Her inner self, So full of heart
Deeds of truth, Soul so precious
We heed her call, If she lets us