the cry
One two three four
There's a stranger at my door
Five six seven eight
It's a ghost made of hate
nine ten eleven twelve
I take my b̵̽ͤͥ̈̓͜l͂̅ͨͪ͐̓̓ͦͦ͌͐̀͘͢a͗ͬ̉̓͌̍̇̾ͨ̽ͫ͊͜͝dͯͬ͐ͪ̕͘҉eͨ͌ͦ́̾̆ͭ̇ͯ͢ right off the shelf
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