Hiding
Knock, Knock
Who is there
No one, no one
Why do you care
Good question
Bad answer
For it spreads
Like a cancer
So I'll lie
And say I don't
I can't care
No, I won't
It would be
The death of me
So shut the door
And leave me be
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