Everyone is a Moon
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Save me, save me,
There is something drawing near!
Save me, save me,
I'm feeling something very queer!
Save me, save me,
I can feel its breath slicing at my neck!
Save me, save me,
Before very long I'll be at this very demon's beck!
Alas, as always no one is around to hear.
"You have absolutely nothing to fear,
There is nothing to hear,
Nothing's going to seer
It's way into your soul.
The only thing that's going strange
Is your brain, that's black as coal."
I'm afraid that right, they are!
There's nothing for me to fear.
The only harmful thing here
Is the thing between my ears.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
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