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Darkness sneaks across the sky and steals the lighted way
I lay here and I think of thoughts, that I had today.
The noise is like the rustling leaves,
It sneaks in through my eaves,
The ghosts of things I feel inside,
I try somehow to hide.
They wake me in the night and say,
Get up you cannot lay,
Nows the time to do the thing
That will make you feel well.
I listen quite intently,
Their words seem to make sense,
I ponder whats in store for me,
Although I feel quite dense.
The ghosts are growing stronger,
Their words I want to heed,
But when the day starts coming round,
They make a softer sound.
As day is here and I'm awake,
I'll try to take a clue,
Ghosts are trying to help me,
To make my world less blue.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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