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Beware my child, of the boggles in the night!
They creep through the darkness making fright! Teeth sharper than a thousand knives, They come to devour and take our lives! Never go out into the pale light of moon, Oh, aye, child for they'll be coming soon! What's this, my pet, you've gone weepy? Why, I had hoped you'd be getting sleepy!
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