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So you took him moonward from the cellar. |
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Put him in the black garret. |
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The window's spotlight chasing him into the dusty sheets tossing. |
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Did he wince at the stuffed woodwose lined up with the manikins by the end wall? |
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And when he made his way through the mishmash and crawled into the casket - did you, didn't you lock him in? |
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Mercy, have mercy. |
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He's harmless, don't you know? |
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Pity, pity - he pities you. |
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You're harmless, defenceless. |
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Cautious, be cautious - he's dangerous, insane. |
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You rip his head off, crush him, drive a stake through his heart. |
