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19th Century Ghost - text

Down a narrow threshold
Just a shady bit of white
From across the distance
Never leaves, she's always here

Trapped inside the manor
The streets she walked so long ago
Through the same dark corners
No one else knows them so well

Come hush now
The silence is your friend
Make no sound
Shapeless was the end

Come hush now
No reason to shed tears
No sorrows
Death took all the fears

Oh, what a sleepy village
So many changes to this time
Pavements, cars on each side
TV noise, a distant plane

She can still remember
The place just like it used to be
The 19th century past time
And the day she passed away

Come hush now...

Text přidal mikibull27

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