Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-Mare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.
-- "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner", Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-Mare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.
-- "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner", Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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strong, interesting words 
