During the middle of the night
When the fog covers everything like a blanket
You can hear a girl crying
In the middle of a garden
At the edge of a forest
She can be found
Sitting on a fountain's edge
Mourning the death of a goddess
But the closer you get to her
As you try to just comfort her
You can hear how her sobs
Slowly becomes laughter
As something creeps up on you from behind
The jester can distract you
Whilst the beast feasts on you
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