Vampire life

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I always eat alone,

I don't have any friends,

My life is forever over,

But my death never ends

my sharp teeth that look like knives,

make people lose their lives,

Look into my extraordinary eyes,

thats where my unbeating heart lies

Go to the cemetery,

If your feeling brave,

That's where my family will be,

Under their lonely grave

My pale skin as cold as ice,

Nothing warms it up not even fire,

I'll stay like this for more than 100 years,

For I am a vampire

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