haunted

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    haunted

     Standing at these haunted house
     where the past meets the present
       and the present meets the past
    where shadows move in darken corners
     is that a soldier crossing the field
      is that a widow crying in the night
       is that a child laughing at me
    What secrets will this haunted house share with me
     I look into it's foggy glass out into the field
      I swear i hear a scream
     Here in this house
      Where the past meets the present
      and the present meets the past
    I will learn your secrets
     I will conquer my fears
      that lonely soldier can rest
       that widow can find her lost love
        that child can not laugh at me
    for I fear no more

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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