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On quiet, silent claws it crept, In pizzicato stiller nacht, To watch a widow as she wept. The Darkness peered, its head half-cocked. Then passed her by to spy a girl Who slept with nightmares in her bed And a constant shake of a pale blonde curl To protest the demons in her head. On Darkness went to view anew The misery of mankind's life, And wished that He could have life too, And trade His loneliness for strife. |