There are those who know. They see, they hear. Things we are scared of, they hold so dear. They watch glass eyes, that follow, they follow. Haunting voices, all seem too hollow. It whispers, they whisper, held to the reply. Whilst all the while watch glass eyes. They hold it so closely, it speaks and it sighs. While fragile sanity says it's goodbyes.
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