Lucifiera

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She is a shameful being

Princess of the dead

People say they see her face

As fates cut their thread

Th girl who wears all black

Creeps throughout the night

Don't dare speak a single word

Or you'll surely see a frightning sight

Everyone who has done bad

Beware of Lucy's grin

If you see it, tremble now

For tomorrow you'll have no kin

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