| 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 I find in here
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| '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…
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| «And to thee night appears
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| Sans the quiet of her spheres.»
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| No longer can I bare
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| 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 I find
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| 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! |