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When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter. I sprung from my bed to see what was the matter.
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Away to the window I flew like a flash. Tore up the windows and threw out the sash.
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The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below
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| OH MY GOSH! DAD! THERE'S A MONSTER! | |
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