When Night Comes

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At night, he comes and there’s nothing I can do,
to stop him, I’m helpless, I’m reaching out to you.
Terrors, demons, call them what you may,
it’s easy to dismiss them, especially throughout the day.
But when night falls and the moon is high,
I know he’s coming to get me, I’m amazed I’m still alive.
Please help me.

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