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| I am the one hiding under your stairs, fingers like _ and spiders in my hair... | |
| I'm a master of fright, and a _ of light... | |
| Whats this? In here, they've got a little tree. How _ ! | |
| It's a bat. Will it bend? It's a rat. Will it break? Perhaps it's the _ that I found in the lake! | |
| Through my bony fingers it does slip...Like a _ in a fiery grip... | |
| Wait! I've got a better plan to catch this big red _ man... | |
| My compliments from me to you, on this your most _ hat... | |
| I might just split a _ now if I don't die laughing first! | |
| Although I'd like to join the crowd, in their enthusiastic _ ... | |
| I'd like to join you by your side, where we can gaze into the _ ... | |
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| I am the _ with the tear-away face... | |
| My talents are _ far and wide... | |
| There are children throwing snowballs here instead of throwing _ ! | |
| It's as real as my _ and it does exist! | |
| These _ and toys confuse me so, confound it all, I love it though! | |
| You're so stupid! Think now, if we blow him up to _ ... | |
| 'Cause I'm a _ Boogie Man, although I don't play fair. | |
| I sense there's something in the _ ... | |
| In a million years they'll find me, only _ and a plaque... | |
| What's this? Must be a _ thing... | |
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