The Night Shift
Time's tic-tic-ticking, my love, Nic-nic-nicking my love, Picking my love, A gentle clicking--a sticking my love, 'Neath the earthen mound--weep! O sullen sound 'Neath the ghoulish grey stone, Where the sickening, my love, Laid rest your bones.
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