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Despite all warnings the first night in the supposedly cursed house is at hand. |
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So, these are the walls |
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Wherein hides my doom |
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And night, when it falls |
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Brings ghoul-ridden gloom |
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Rest shall |
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I find in here 'till death doth his deed |
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Away with these tales of aghast! |
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That bereaveth my sleep. |
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Now wine and dim light bring slumber to me! |
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A new morning shall prove them all wrong, |
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Them olde creeps and their |
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Dull fairytale fantasy. |
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The haunt is on... "And to thee night appears Sans the quiet of her spheres.." |
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No longer can |
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I bare The pesterings of light |
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Safe the sacred fires |
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That moon and stars ignite. |
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Good is evil, wrong is right |
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And thy horrors my delight! |
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The haunt is on... |
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No rest will |
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I find As long as a dream |
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Within my wretched mind |
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Brings darkness to sheen. |
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For sorrow and woe |
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Seem my destiny |
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No thought of dispersion, |
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Nor gleams of the hope |
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Of the hopeless |
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Have found into me! |