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Silence hunts the knocking door
As fearless children sleep
Rapping through the midnight hour
Amidst their slumber deep
Scratching drags on solid mass
Awaiting fateful screams
Scraping down with sharpened nails
To cut through pleasant dreams
Whispers creep through dead of night
The voices drawing near
Secrets told of nightmare plans
Awaken dormant fear
Restful they did seem before
When they were sleeping calm
Never knowing through their dreams
That they were meant for harm
Dreams they love, and sleep they will
'Til they can sleep no more
Children deep in slumberland
I've seen somewhere before
They were in my memories
It took me time to see
And when I took a closer look
The monsters all were me
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