| We listen in one late October eye
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| The locket swings before my eyes
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| Moth to a flame intoxicatingly
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| It lures me in, yet can’t say why
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| Are we just so naïve?
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| This tangled web we weave
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| Misleading — far-reaching
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| On this night — into oblivion
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| My blood runs cold
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| Now paralyzed with fear
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| They storm the gates — my enemy
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| It always seems so dark this time of year
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| Illusion veils reality
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| Are we just so naïve?
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| This tangled web we weave
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| Earth shaking — heart racing
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| On this night — into oblivion
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| The faces on the wall
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| Their shadows standing tall
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| And too afraid to ask
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| «What's underneath the mask?»
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| Into oblivion… |