There’s a deserted dwelling by the alley,
On the dwelling a darkness unfolds;
A witty cat, used to dally,
And walked by when darkness unfolds;
Vowed to sing the song of life,
But the tale couldn’t thrive.
On the dwelling a darkness unfolds;
A witty cat, used to dally,
And walked by when darkness unfolds;
Vowed to sing the song of life,
But the tale couldn’t thrive.
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