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In the Dead of Night

They come like ghosts, they make no sound
Until they're deep inside
Then there are screams made with no voice
That curl your toes at night
The blackest black, it's where they hide,
These terrifying terrors
They smother light that tries to fight
And then lay your heart bare
You may think they won't come -- they will
They'll struggle for control
Til all your hopes, your dreams, are dead
Each nightmare's final goal

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