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He's always watching,

Your always scared.

He's creaping around,

in the mignight air.



Letters have come,

But they dont say who from.

I'm afraid to open this,

let's wait for the sun.



Morning now,

Do I dare,

To open the letter.

Awaiting the terror.



I open it up,

It says he's watching

I'm running around,

DAMN HE CAUGHT ME