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Night is thief's forte.
At loss for words to say: we're terrified.
Black his light it shines.
The tool that rectifies, uncovering...
We figure with sight.
Too soon to laugh, you've based it on a photograph.
Just listen.
A shape to recognize; to filter out the crime.
We're terrified. Black his light it shines.
The tool that rectifies, uncovering...