The
nails on the coffin
Many
have hit to make it tight
Let
the ghost stay inside
We
don't need it to cause havoc
We
have heard stories
Flying
around in midnight
The
guards see it
They
sealed their lips
It
is the neighbours
They
see it in the night
They
spread the news
Of
the flying ghost
Now
the guarded homes
The
ghost may have gone
The
story isn't finished yet
Waiting
for the full moon
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