The Ghost

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Under the light
The spirit shall fight
All through the night
Flying high like a kite
Almost as brave as a knight
A stroll down the street?
A call as small as down at my feet
My new spirit friend I will meet
So cool it just can't be beat
A poem never stops moving
You only stop writing 
Hours upon hours of fighting
Oh spirit under the light
Why can't you lift my soul tonight?
It keeps going, the never ending fight
Oh… I plead and plead but to this very night, it'll never let me out of it's sight 
I wish and hope for everything good,
But should there be an ending?Yes, all good poems should.

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