HAUNTED

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HAUNTED

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The ghosts come in

The ghosts go out

I don't know

What they're all about

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There are ghosts in the graveyard

Ghosts in my head

They drift through my home

As I ready for bed

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They make no threatening movements

They have nothing to say

I have protective spells 

To keep them at bay

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