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Your Ghost Town

When I was young and foolish
I thought what ghost towns are
Those abandoned, left-behind places
With no human soul, afar

I thought that, in those towns
One would only come to find
Abandoned buildings, hopes, dreams
A torn-apart teddy with eyes so kind

With curtains flying out of broken windows
And benches broken right in the middle
Woodland ivy crawling up cracked walls
And howling winds through empty corridors

The sun would always shine
Through a layer of haze
And at nighttime would appear
The ghosts with dazing gaze

All of this, somewhere far
Where no human ever goes
I thought – that’s why it’s a ghost town
No hope, no friends nor foes.

What no one ever told me
That this same ghost town could be
With hectic days and buzzing at night
Right on the shore of a deep blue sea

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