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Come Child

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Pull those blankets back.
Come Child, look at me--
Watch as my hands creep over the black
And bring you into this frightening dream.

I see you shudder
As my nails scrape the ceiling.
And you're afraid to utter
A word in case it betrays your feelings.

Come Child, look at me
As I stretch out to take you
Back to my world, over the sea.
I'll sing you a lullaby you can scream to.





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