I know of the voices, Visiting you at midnight— They whisper to me, too. I will not tell what they speak. At least— Not in the light—no matter how faint.
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I know of the voices, Visiting you at midnight— They whisper to me, too. I will not tell what they speak. At least— Not in the light—no matter how faint.