Today I met a ghost
A ghost of my future, or of phantoms past?
How would I know, a ghost shall never last.
She wore an hitam robe, with lines of white rose.
Grey White sneaks, a variation of outlined freaks, a dash of bleak with a hint of geek.
As a bumblebee flies amongst the carnations and trees, she has blessed thee ferns with the 7 seas.
Achoo, achoo, achoo!
A lying lady conjuring from the heavens below,
There goes the merry woman, fooling a bad, sad, fellow.
All dressed in black, decorated in monotone silhouette
with
a
startlingly
madhat.
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