It was 1 AM when I heard,
A noise coming from my closet.
I didn't know if I should,
If I should go deposit,
Deposit a peek,
And if it would make me shriek,
I'd run to my door,
I'd faint to my floor,
And when I'd awake,
I'd probably take,
One More Look
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