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In Good Spirits
Spirits hiding,
Hopes are high
Mystical powers flying throughout the sky
Signs of no life
And silence sits still
Spirits fly high
With only time to kill
Hours and minutes
Spirits have no timeline
Only undying thoughts
Constant pain settles to remind
Spirits call out
But no one hears their cries
Alone and bothered
Wishing only that they die
A spirit dies
A soul is reborn
Combining together
Soul mates begin to form
In dreams they often meet
In each others eyes they stare
Hearts connected spiritually
In there world, there is not a care
Till their time together is ended
And their dream world begins to fade
Spirits stop there calling
To allow love to take place
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