Ghosts' Playground
swings are swaying
who is this playing
play horses rocking to and fro
I see no one, where did they go
the merry-go round
spinning ever so slowly
no one is around
it looks so lonely
I hear no laughter
just lonely moans
where children used to gather
from all kinds of homes
so I guess I'll just sit here
and watch the ghosts play
listening to hear
the echos of yesterday
who is this playing
play horses rocking to and fro
I see no one, where did they go
the merry-go round
spinning ever so slowly
no one is around
it looks so lonely
I hear no laughter
just lonely moans
where children used to gather
from all kinds of homes
so I guess I'll just sit here
and watch the ghosts play
listening to hear
the echos of yesterday
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