They say on nights so very still,Sabine will come – oh, yes, she will.Holding babe to bony chest,she never rests; she never rests.Strain your ears, and you can hear:I didn’t kill; I didn’t kill. There are those who’ve felt the chilljust before the raven’s trillto warn bystanders all around,“don’t make a sound, not a sound.”Strain…

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