'All was quiet in the end,
No one stirred, my friend,
Not a mouse nor a cat,
Which is strange, at that,
Even the dog fell silent,
As if all was in lament,
But to no avail will you hear,
Of what they all have come to fear,
For now it's gone without,
And you shall not find it out,
Of what it was, or, dare I say, who,
Was coming after your family and you.'
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