The ghost knelt down before the great chamber. (Her knees red and sore.) She quivers with fear and anticipation. Her future is unsteady and the present uneasy.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I shall die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
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