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That night was weird, |
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restless and bright, |
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for the moon kept shining this awkward sick light. |
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The winds came forth as if it sounded like a little child. |
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No hundreds! Seeping as if they realize it's toime to die. |
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Raindrops keeps failing and failing like tears. |
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Like the infant's sorrow, as if it's raining from their tears. |
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Then what happened no one could tell, but mark my words, |
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it's a pretty sick trick from hell. |
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Goodnight.. |
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Sleep Tight.. |
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My mistress in white.. |
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Sweet dreams of death and moonlight. |
