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They say there's a spirit who drifts through the night,
Who hums a soft song in the pale moonlight.
Some say she's lost, or just filled with regret,
But none of those tales are quite true π«πΆπ΄π΅ πΊπ¦π΅.
That voice you hear-gentle, lonely, and low-
That spirit is me.
Hi, I'm called Ghost, and this is my story.