Hear my Tales of woe
Of Ghosts I speak
From the past it seems
Driven by rage
Out to get me
But what they not know is
Playing with fire
Can scorch
Thy hand
And thou shall
Have
A reminder
Of a
Ghost from the past
Of Ghosts I speak
From the past it seems
Driven by rage
Out to get me
But what they not know is
Playing with fire
Can scorch
Thy hand
And thou shall
Have
A reminder
Of a
Ghost from the past
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