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Ghosts in the attic

Ghosts in the attic

Ghosts in the attic floating high and low

Whispering story’s to me, from a time long ago

Scratching, knocking, a gentle weep

I hear it every night, they don’t let me sleep

I can not resist to listen the story’s they tell

They have so much to say after that long time they dwell

Is that the reason that I am here for?

Ghost in the attic – forever more