My Night-Capade
...even my bed sly,
when the night pry.
'shiver not, my bed
It's the day in a dark thread.
See, the cloak won't fit for long,
Just a while before the Gong
Look, it is beautiful
Dreadful, when you start to act a moo'
Only, these are mine to me
...and the 'beautiful', I hummed dreadfully.
In my moment of fears,
Happily, my bed stares.
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