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More in Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting preaching to the owl in my backyardhorrifying draft
he night is cold
oh so cold and the snow piles up so deep the night's so cold oh so cold but lord i can not sleep the night is so dark oh so dark the stars all hidden by clouds the night's so dark oh so dark but lord, the dark's so loud the night is cold oh so cold and the wind rattles my soul the night's so cold oh so cold oh lord please make me whole the night's so dark oh so dark there's nothing i can see the night's so dark so god damned dark that nothing he is me |
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