Through the walls
And down the halls
The only sound that was heard
Was the moaning and the groaning
What could make such a sound
Was it pleasure or was it pain
Always at night
When the moon was bright
The worrisome wailings
Left my courage failing
What could it be
Should I go see
Well maybe I will wait until first light
So, I don’t die from fright

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