In This Old House Dwell Spirits
In this old house
Dwell spirits
Moving from here to there
Quickly and quietly
Without form
As to not disturb the air
Some spirits are of the living
Some spirits are of the dead
From generations past
And from the future
And from in-betweens
They fare
The spirits move
Into Walls and halls
Floors and doors
Windows
Looking out
And looking in
For few outsiders can see them
Or know them
For when inside
They are out
And when outside
They are in
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