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When it grows dark Old Lilly pays a call Visiting all the corners Creeping along the wall She whispers in your ear And crawls along the floor She steals away on the rooftops But never through the door Grandpa remembers Old Lilly On that dark winter's day When, feeling ill, she took to her bed And Old Lilly passed away So when the night falls And all the shadows dance Remember, remember Old Lilly Mourning in her dismal trance
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