It must have been the ghosts,
They visited me in my dreams last night,
Like they were coming home,
They may have lived a hundred years ago,
Perhaps some died here, too,
They stared at me when I told them to leave,
Old man, mid-aged woman, kid, and a few,
My partner said it right when I told her,
She's heard the boy before,
Ghosts come to you in dreams to help, she said.
Why not believe that lore?
Sounds good to me,
So I had a good day,
Did what I could, not what I'd rather not,
If they visit tonight, that's what I'll say.
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