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Have you ever thought you saw something that wasn't really there? This is for you! |
There lies a shadow on my wall. In which a spirit dwells. I can hear them call. And I can sense there presence with chills. They live here on earth. Longing for what they can't have. They need something to go forth. And rest in peace. I can see them on my wall. And yours too. They move quick and do not fall. I wish not to scare so I do not tell you. I do not tell of my gift. For it will only bring hate. From the living and the dead. And I wish that not be my fate. I wish to live in peace. And for THEM to live too. To find happiness. And not to give a clue. So I hope I sleep. And that way I stay. When I die. That I turn into earths clay. That is my dying wish. To rest in peace. That is my dying wish. |