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Haunting Lulaby.
There's a ghost in my room
That sings me to sleep
Whispering in my ear
A sweet symphony
With a simple melody
That has a heart mending remedy
But the words that it sings
I can't remember for the life of me
The voice is familiar
But can't put it to a face
I remember something similar
When my mind was in a better state
All I can hope
Is that it never leaves
Because if it were to d...
Saturday 17th February 2018 1:13 pm
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