The ghost girl used to sing a lot
She hummed sweet tunes,
Lost in thought
But then she died, and her mother cried,
And her singing was all for naught
She hangs by your window now,
Rasping and choking without any sound
And she fades every time
She remembers her voice
Is nowhere to be found
Although she’s bluer than the sky,
She has lost the will to cry
For she has spent a million years
Watching the world go by
The ghost girl used to smile a lot
And run in the fields every day
To sift through sighing silver grass,
Laughing as she played
But now she looks at the endless gray,
Seeing nothing but decay
And finally dies, for the very last time,
For she lacks the strength to stay
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