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Once upon a midnight dreary,
fast asleep was sweet Buneary.
Deep in dreams, she dreamed of beings that seems to be of things of gore.
Under blankets, barely napping,
suddenly there came a tapping.
Then she woke up from her napping, a tapping came from her front door.
"It's some visitor," she thought, "tapping outside my door; only this and nothing more."
In the hall, there was an Ember,
lit because it was December.
Warmed her fur - she stopped, remembered, someone waits outside her door.
