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MEMORIES WE LEARN TO KEEP,
INSIDE OUR SLEEP,
BUT FOR THE NIGHTMARES WE SEE,
WE DON’T FORGET TO WEEP.
A VERY SPOOKY TALE,
WE DREAMED AT NIGHT,
OR A LION’S TALE OR FACE,
GOD MADE FOR US TO FRIGHT.
BUT FOR THE NIGHTMARES I WATCH,
MADE ME PARALYSED,
MY BREATH SMELLS BAD,
AS I AM TERRIFIED.
IN THE STILLNESS OF THE NIGHT,
UNDER THE MOON’S CREEPY PEEP,
THE SHADOWS START TO WHISPER,
STIRRING FEARS FROM THE DEEP.
AFTER THE DAWN,
THE NIGHTMARES TAKE A LEAP,
SO WE FACE THE DAY WITH MEMORIES TO KEEP,
KNOWING NIGHT WILL COME AGAIN WITH
DREAMS SO STEEP!