It whistles through the trees
As eerie as a ghost in the snow
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At times, so soft and quiet
You'd barely even know it was there
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Other times it's screaming
Howling in it's fury through the empty streets
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It swirls around your home
The calm before the storm
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Before suddenly it's a monster
Seeming as if it'll tear the house to pieces
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But slowly, slowly
It's icy claws begin to fade
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And by the time the sun rears its sleepy head
The phantom has breathed its final breath
