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The 13th each month he appears. |
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I lie in my bed, I can sense him. |
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The ghost from my past brings |
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a wind from the cold well of souls. |
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Lost in the midnight of illusion, |
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an entity's intrusion; |
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peculiar, undefined. |
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Scarred of these eerie visits, |
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A bestial advertise. |
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Now you know there is no turning back |
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are the ghost whispering words from the past. |
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I've traveled for thousands of years. |
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I'm hoping you finally will bring me home. |
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Break puzzles of spells |
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and these trespassing nights reach the end! |
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Lost in the midnight of illusion, |
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an entity's intrusion; |
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peculiar, undefined. |
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If you see me don't turn away |
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Do identify me with your own soul! |
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In this conundrum you have the parts. |
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You have to dare the puzzle through. |
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I will explain |
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Why I remain. |
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I will search the night |
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Until your final denial's over |
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Scarred of these eerie visits, |
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A bestial advertise. |
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Now you know there is no turning back |
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are the ghost whispering words from the past. |
