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In the earliest hours of every morning, ghosts will lurk & lounge, crying out mysterious names


.。*゚+.*.。 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕤, 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤, 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 。.*.+゚*。.

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In the earliest hours of every morning, ghosts will lurk & lounge, crying out mysterious names

They long for something more than just soulless mind games 

Through the forest a dim light what curious creature will i meet tonight? 

Owls, squirrels, & troubled souls, gathering beneath the pines


.。*゚+.*.。 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕤, 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤, 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 。.*.+゚*。.

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In the earliest hours of every morning, ghosts will lurk & lounge, crying out mysterious names

They long for something more than just soulless mind games 

Through the forest a dim light what curious creature will i meet tonight? 

Owls, squirrels, & troubled souls, gathering beneath the pines
Or witches and wizards boiling bubbles, casting sweet spells in staggered lines? 

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In the earliest hours of every morning, ghosts will lurk & lounge, crying out mysterious names

They long for something more than just soulless mind games 

Through the forest a dim light what curious creature will i meet tonight? 

Owls, squirrels, & troubled souls, gathering beneath the pines
Or witches and wizards boiling bubbles, casting sweet spells in staggered lines? 

The spirits will tempt their prey, like sirens on wistful summer nights


.。*゚+.*.。 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕤, 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤, 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 。.*.+゚*。.

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In the earliest hours of every morning, ghosts will lurk & lounge, crying out mysterious names

They long for something more than just soulless mind games 

Through the forest a dim light what curious creature will i meet tonight? 

Owls, squirrels, & troubled souls, gathering beneath the pines
Or witches and wizards boiling bubbles, casting sweet spells in staggered lines? 

The spirits will tempt their prey, like sirens on wistful summer nights

As midnight sun meets morning dew in mournful moments of paradise

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In the earliest hours of every morning, ghosts will lurk & lounge, crying out mysterious names

They long for something more than just soulless mind games 

Through the forest a dim light what curious creature will i meet tonight? 

Owls, squirrels, & troubled souls, gathering beneath the pines
Or witches and wizards boiling bubbles, casting sweet spells in staggered lines? 

The spirits will tempt their prey, like sirens on wistful summer nights

As midnight sun meets morning dew in mournful moments of paradise

Calls of forgotten names echo through the dusk-filled skies 


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In the earliest hours of every morning, ghosts will lurk & lounge, crying out mysterious names

They long for something more than just soulless mind games 

Through the forest a dim light what curious creature will i meet tonight? 

Owls, squirrels, & troubled souls, gathering beneath the pines
Or witches and wizards boiling bubbles, casting sweet spells in staggered lines? 

The spirits will tempt their prey, like sirens on wistful summer nights

As midnight sun meets morning dew in mournful moments of paradise

Calls of forgotten names echo through the dusk-filled skies 

And I sit here and wonder, are they alone? Do they have a place to call home? 


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In the earliest hours of every morning, ghosts will lurk & lounge, crying out mysterious names

They long for something more than just soulless mind games 

Through the forest a dim light what curious creature will i meet tonight? 

Owls, squirrels, & troubled souls, gathering beneath the pines
Or witches and wizards boiling bubbles, casting sweet spells in staggered lines? 

The spirits will tempt their prey, like sirens on wistful summer nights

As midnight sun meets morning dew in mournful moments of paradise

Calls of forgotten names echo through the dusk-filled skies 

And I sit here and wonder, are they alone? Do they have a place to call home? 

Through the depths of these forests, where the ghosts make their home, the weight of their curse will turn all life into bones


.。*゚+.*.。 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕤, 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤, 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 。.*.+゚*。.

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1 minute ago, Surf Noir said:

In the earliest hours of every morning, ghosts will lurk & lounge, crying out mysterious names

They long for something more than just soulless mind games 

Through the forest a dim light what curious creature will i meet tonight? 

Owls, squirrels, & troubled souls, gathering beneath the pines
Or witches and wizards boiling bubbles, casting sweet spells in staggered lines? 

The spirits will tempt their prey, like sirens on wistful summer nights

As midnight sun meets morning dew in mournful moments of paradise

Calls of forgotten names echo through the dusk-filled skies 

And I sit here and wonder, are they alone? Do they have a place to call home? 

Through the depths of these forests, where the ghosts make their home, the weight of their curse will turn all life into bones

It’s done! What do we want to call it? 

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A Home for a Ghost

 

5 minutes ago, Surf Noir said:

In the earliest hours of every morning, ghosts will lurk & lounge, crying out mysterious names

They long for something more than just soulless mind games 

Through the forest a dim light what curious creature will i meet tonight? 

Owls, squirrels, & troubled souls, gathering beneath the pines
Or witches and wizards boiling bubbles, casting sweet spells in staggered lines? 

The spirits will tempt their prey, like sirens on wistful summer nights

As midnight sun meets morning dew in mournful moments of paradise

Calls of forgotten names echo through the dusk-filled skies 

And I sit here and wonder, are they alone? Do they have a place to call home? 

Through the depths of these forests, where the ghosts make their home, the weight of their curse will turn all life into bones

 


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take two, back in the bed that i share with you 

take three, in the sheets that you held me 

i'll wait till i know that i'm through

even though you know that never happens with you

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take two, back in the bed that i share with you 

take three, in the sheets that you held me 

i'll wait till i know that i'm through

even though you know that never happens with you

is it better to wallow or to wander in this endless meantime? 


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  1. Take two, back in the bed that i share with you 
  2. Take three, in the sheets that you held me 
  3. I'll wait till i know that i'm through
  4. Even though you know that never happens with you
  5. Is it better to wallow or to wander in this endless meantime?
  6. Take three, I finally find a beacon of hope without you

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  1. Take two, back in the bed that i share with you 
  2. Take three, in the sheets that you held me 
  3. I'll wait till i know that i'm through
  4. Even though you know that never happens with you
  5. Is it better to wallow or to wander in this endless meantime?
  6. Take three, I finally find a beacon of hope without you
  7. Take four, I've found that we have yet to explore what's real between us

.。*゚+.*.。 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕤, 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤, 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 。.*.+゚*。.

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