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When the darkness comes Creeping in through the open window And under the cracks of doors It settles over the room and hums Its haunting lull-a-by. Like a crow on soft and silent wings It moves.
I was four when you  first became sad. Mom says that’s why you came to live with us.   The doctors call it depression.
  “A Muggle’s Encounter”  
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