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Mata Hari

Mata Hari

Mata Hari, utmost fair
Deviant devil may care
Conspiracy epithet game
Secreted in guise name

Frolic to peregrine beat
Trip a light fantastic fleet
Exotic maid destiny calls
Bullet clapt, infidel falls

Reign in hades savory bell
Solely Satan bids thee well
Blow kisses to malice spent
Brimstone dins curst lament

Cheers to moral campaign
Spoils of war hoarded in vain
Dance in sulfur braising pot
Specters do, on thou plot

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