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When you get cold, and shiver,
they're watching you.
The wind, the light,
Beware the ghosts at night.
All those things are made up,
Popping up and saying boo,
They have risen from the dead
Not to just cut off you're head,
They don't want to kill you,
And they don't really know,
That they are dead, they just come back,
Hearing, talking, they all lack.
And always beware,
the ghosts are everywhere....
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