Shadow, Shadow.

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Shadow, Shadow on the wall,

Who’s the darkest of them all

If not I then who?

tell me now or I’ll run you through

Shadow, answer my questions or your useless to me

Hurry, hurry who could it be?

Your grace, the answer I dare not say

It is not the one you want and for it I shall pay

The darkest one I see is not you

His name is Evan this is true

Though a happy shell he seems

He is a wreck on the inside, he has no walls or beams

So your grace, I repeat

Evan is darkest of all, accept your defeat

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