I, The Darkness.
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Bed soft as down
The nigh-birds fluttering.
your bed-room flooded with bright light;
Standing by the outside window waiting,
Could not enter.
As soon as you laid down putting out lamp;
I jumped into the bed-room and wrap you round.
I the darkness.
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