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My own little nightmare, to hold in my arms.
His skin so pale and warm.
My sweet little Nightmare sing of your sorrow.
Will you be my bleak tomorrow?
My little Nightmare is my only sin.
He's the product of unholy Kin.
My little Nightmare is my only love.
He's my own little devil that's as sweet as a dove.
My little Nightmare is caring and Kind.
And he only wishes to be mine.
My little Nightmare will bring me to my wits end.
Yet somehow we always make a mends.
My little Nightmare is now so cold.
He needs someone to hold.
Now my little Nightmare is all alone.