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The White Tomb
Someone knocked on the door,
And there was Nyarlathotep.
But the enemy was near;
So I closed the door,
And sand was thrown over Him.
When I opened the door once more,
Nyarlathotep was still there.
But from out of the sands;
A tomb got on shore.
It was a white tomb,
As a glittering diamond.
Was my pretty King,
Buried and present.
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The White Tomb
The White Tomb