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FOREWORD: |
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You cannot make |
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Puppets out of dead people's bodies, and then bring them to life for real. |
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Even if you could, |
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DON'T TRY!!! |
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The following story is mostly written from the nightmares of a sick child. |
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A sick child, who still can't find the |
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Light. Me.][Diamond Diamond] |
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Midnight... |
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I see the snow that's falling |
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Midnight... |
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Still hanging on this wall |
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I'm thinking back in time |
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To when there was still a life |
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Free of misery |
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Oh...But it was never to be |
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Midnight... |
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I see the snow that's falling |
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Midnight... |
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And still you're haunting me |
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I'm thinking back in time |
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To the cellar in the darkest night |
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All the misery |
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All...The blood |
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I had to see |
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Midnight... |
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Midnight... |
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Midnight... |
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Midnight... |
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They're ready for the show |
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Now the blood must flow |
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They're waiting above |
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Oh Noooo!"Let the show begin" |
