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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.
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