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Published on Mar 16, 2012
I live in a house of veils with quiet company A still, stag, stall, a dim-lit hall, where live the visitor and me When I hear him I freeze Oh that cold, cold creep sweeps over me I never see him but I feel the draft of his dealings I never see him but I hear the howl of his boots 'hind those doors