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White on white, translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead.
The bats have left the bell tower,
The victims have been bled.
Red velvet lines, the black box...
Bela Lugosi's dead.
Undead, undead, undead…
The virginal brides file past his tomb,
Strewn with time's dead flowers.
Bereft in deathly bloom,
Alone in a darklened room,
The count
Bela Lugosi's dead.
Undead, undead, undead…

Oh, Bela!
Bela's undead!

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