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The walls they start to whisper
The moon light comes alive
The mice they slowly wake up
As the fire starts to die

The floor its starts to creek now
As the tempreture starts to drop
The windows start to steam up
As the particles start there fight

No one is around now
The house it softly cry’s
Everyone has gone now
The walls they come alive

No furniture to sit on
No table and no food
The ghosts they start to wake up
As the ballroom starts to move

The tempreture keeps on dropping
More ghosts they will arrive
The place is slowly heaving
As the party come alive

The voices getting loader
the music starts to play
The party has just kicked off
In that 1950s way

The ghost are all now dressed up
In there suits and the ball gowns sway
There love is ever lasting
As they dance the night away

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im just starting on my writing journey still finding my ground hoping to get noticed in the writing world

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