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I shudder at the thought of each day giving way to night
for I know they will arrive garbed in thin veils of white
Through windows ghosts fly, though they're closed tight
Moaning my name until I think I might die from fright

I have done nothing to them, so why can't I escape
when I feel their foul breath on the flesh of my nape?
They ride on the wind, exposing their ghoulish shape
I'll stare at those scowling faces with my mouth agape

I've screamed and I've hit but they laugh at my fear
With evil eyes they taunt me as they glower and leer
The wind's begun to howl, and still, they hover near
I tremble in bed when their intent becomes quite clear

I hear them whispering vile words in a concocted spell
But the words they're chanting, I cannot hear very well
These ghosts haunt me each night from where they dwell,
Out of the darkness they swarm from the fires of Hell

Tonight, I'll be brave when they come from the fiery deep
I will stand before them, my tears I will dare not weep
and chase the wraiths from my home, each ghostly creep
I hope they will fade away so that I might peacefully sleep

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