One winter's night under the cold January moon I woke from my slumber to a mournful tune It crept from my ears and down the hall But when I followed it there was nothing at all So I peered out the window just in time to see a pale silohette sadly smiling at me as her song grew louder my ears began to ring I found it was mine not hers to sing so I stealthily slipped out the creaking
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