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In the night,
You come, Swiftly, Over the hills. Like a shadow, You fall, Quietly, Down into the dale. Like the wind, You pounce, Stealthily, On unsuspecting prey. Like a thief, You steal, Steadily, Into the dark, Back the way you came. You are the person that has come for me, and I must go...
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