Placeholder: It was the blackest night There was no moon in sight You know the stars ain't shinin' Cause the sky's too tight I heard the scarey wind I seen some ugly trees There was a werewolf honkin' 'Long the side of me It was the blackest night There was no moon in sight You know the stars ain't shinin' Cause the sky's too tight I heard the scarey wind I seen some ugly trees There was a werewolf honkin' 'Long the side of me

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It was the blackest night There was no moon in sight You know the stars ain't shinin' Cause the sky's too tight I heard the scarey wind I seen some ugly trees There was a werewolf honkin' 'Long the side of me

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