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I watch the old house all day and night; I keep my vigil, never leaving my sight.   The oak they call me; the oak I may be, But from birth I have stood here, with nothing unseen.  
In my earliest day 
She lies He sees She cries He screams She dies He beams And all you can do is watch through the crack in your room
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