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In the evening,
When your sleeping.
I'll come creeping.
Not a sound.
When your lying,
Don't come crying.
What you've lost cannot be found.
Busy days and lots to dwell on,
Thoughts go churning,
Round and round.
When your dreaming,
I'll come scheming.
Quite content to drag you down.
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