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A house stands upon a shady hill,
Within the town of Bonneville,
A mansion made of stone.
The sounds from it so shrill,
Horror they would instill,
In your heart and to the bone.
The lord of the manor, pale and ill,
Feeds on those who seek a thrill,
By visiting his home alone.
Within the town of Bonneville,
A mansion made of stone.
The sounds from it so shrill,
Horror they would instill,
In your heart and to the bone.
The lord of the manor, pale and ill,
Feeds on those who seek a thrill,
By visiting his home alone.