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Night descended like a blanket, on the house
Where I miss you like a limb.
I close the curtain shun the working and
I put your record on.

I the lonely tax collector never had
Such a feeling before you came.
You descended I amended,
And I need it like a hole in the head.

You took me to the lion's den
And waitied for the beast to begin!

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