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Little Mrs Insanity

  Little Mrs Insanity

  Sat upon her vanity

  What is her name?

  Where is her brain?

  She peers out her fringe

  With eyes quite unhinged

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  And whispers of dreams

  Of her fears and her fiends

  And as time backwards ticks

  A lever handle clicks

  A shadow appears under her door

  In the crevice where it meets the floor

  The lights flicker off

  And a black figure scoffs

  Nails dig into wood

  Something's here with tidings not good!

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