A secret was told to me
A secret was told to me
in a faint
Whisper within the cold night
I was overcome by sleep
But disturbed by dreams
I was trembled with fear
My hair stood on end as
The wind blew past my face
So what chance do I have?
Can ghost speak?
Born after day break,
You die before night fall
And disappear out of atmosphere
Five days more
You are forgotten
You are mode with clay
And clay shall you become
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