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 OME one came knocking
 * At my wee, small door;

Some one came knocking,
 * I'm sure — sure — sure;

I listened, I opened,
 * I looked to left and right,

But nought there was a-stirring
 * In the still dark night;

Only the busy beetle
 * Tap-tapping in the wall,

Only from the forest
 * The screech-owl's call,

Only the cricket whistling
 * While the dewdrops fall,

So I know not who came knocking,
 * At all, at all, at all.