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The Girl


I went to bed after a long hard day I thought I’d try to get some sleep My pajamas on I turned out the light I was in the middle of counting sheep I heard a scratching on my window pane I got up but nothing could see Then I heard a chain rattle across my floor I thought my ears were playing tricks on me’ I jumped back into bed and I covered my head Then I got to thinking what the heck And I found it’s so you can curl your toes When something’s breathing down your neck Well I don’t know but I’ve been told I never really ever believed in ghost But let me tell you what I saw Of ghost, the most beautiful of them all She went Boo…Hoo…I am haunting you And floated about my room, long hair flowing everywhere She went Boo…Hoo…I am haunting you I wish when was alive, I met someone like you She touched my face, I saw her cry I checked my pulse, I thought I’d died The next morning she was gone But her ghostly memory keeps living on......
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