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her opium scent veiled
the subtle art of death
still I quickly noticed
traces of murder on her breath

Ana Maly the mistress
of this twilight home
provided pleasure
for those who sought or merely roamed
a tragic tale
spun towards an eerie end
but such is life
so never you despair, my friend
for under the roof
of dear little Ana Maly
all that died
they died in beaty

she found the house
alone some thirteen years ago
to whom it belonged
she did not care enough to know
her dress soon hung
in the tower room up high
when townsfolk said
they first heard a chilling cry
of a man in torment
or in ectasy
it was hard to tell
in care of dear Ana Maly

girls bocked to her
like daughters to a mercy mother
and setlled in
rooms close to one another
and soon men came
to see if with heir own eyes

this twilight home
held a splendid, carnal prize
as the years crawled by
so did increase the cries
of many a guest
with Ana Maly
that never left
lure of iniquity

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