I will walk the streets at dusk
I see our ghosts walk by
They are a whisper, I cannot smell their musk
The ghosts whisper makes a sigh
And a tear fills my eye.

I will tread the halls at noon
I see our imprints talking there
I jump as they float past
So chilled, I scare
I remember when you’d of cared

I will pad the house at dawn
I see all three ghosts now
I can see my own heart torn
And after this take my bow
He turns to the new ghost and fawns

This is where the ghost trail ends
Now I will see no more
You see that car over the bend?
That is the beginning and finale of the tour.
The End

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