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The night oppresses us
With her creeping veil of uncertainty
Avoiding dead trees from another time
We walk into the stench of the swamp
With a wooden

Well Christmas has old Santee Clause
And Easter's got a Bunny
Thanksgiving's got a turkey too
But you know what's no so funny?

Eight nights a year,

thinner and hopefully
Cephalopods

(There's nothing, nothing)

Now, I can smile at the cut-out moon
And pretend hardcore
It's comical and made of cardboard