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I followed her down a stairwell to a cold and dim lit hall |
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To the last door on the left side |
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She pushed the key in the hole |
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Then she said such a strange thing |
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Turned the key and then she said |
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"We must both keep our voices low |
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Quiet like the dead, like the dead" |
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I walked with her through a creaking door |
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To a cold and dim lit room, pictures of herself |
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Upon her shelf, where the incense burned |
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Then I noticed her violin |
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She shook her head to me and she said |
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"We must both keep the sound down low |
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Quiet like the dead |
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We must both keep the sound down low |
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Quiet like the dead" |
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She threw the black veil open |
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As I stepped to look inside |
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I opened up the cask |
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Looked behind the mask and I saw myself |
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My God, I saw myself! |
