{her/she}

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   Little Gracie found a strange house,
A place to play just past all the trees.
Swift sharp needles do spot his face,
Before he feeds on the sheep's white fleece.

Phan-tas-ma-go-ooo-ri-cal,
Willows of Wysteria.
A Memorial,
A Crescendo
Of Hysteria.

Little children went astray
In the sunny soil beneath, 
Wriggling worms in disarray.
Hear them laughing underneath.

Counting Ten, Nine, Zero fingers.
Won't you come and play The Grey Man's game?
Move quick, Be an artful dodger
When the cleavers start swishing in flames.

Phan-tas-ma-go-ooo-ri-cal,
Willows of Wysteria.
A Memorial,
A Crescendo
Of Hysteria.

Little children went astray
In the sunny soil beneath,
Wriggling worms in disarray.
Hear them laughing underneath.
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