The
factory of spirits
In
Bidor where the couple stays
For
years they stand on the ground
Listening
to the voices and traffic flow
The
factory workers know
The
spirits never play naughty
On
a dark cloudy day
The
spirits will appear
At
nights the guards watch
They
are used to the ghostly images
The
spirits always stay on the spot
They
don't go beyond
Maybe
they buried there
Long
ago before the factory was built
The
bones left behind then
So
the spirits appeared
So
far the story goes
The
spirits will appear
They
don't disturb nobody
They
are alone by themselves
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