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Alone in the mansion,
Lying there in the dark, Away in the distance I hear the dogs bark. A chill wind blows through me I'm tethered with fear, As I hear ghostly footsteps Approaching quite near. When, in through the doorway A vision appeared In pristine white robes, Her eyes filled with tears. Across the room she drifted Till she stood by my side, Where I lay shaking, My fear I could not hide. "Don't be afraid" Her words soft and warm, "Please don't be frightened, I mean you no harm" "The reason I cry, Is quite clear you see. A very wise mystic once said to me..." She then told her story Of her saddened times, Till out in the hallway The old clock it chimed. The lady looked startled, She turned away and fled, I watched as she vanished, And leapt out of bed. I raced to the doorway But no sign of her there, I ran through the passage, And looked down the stairs. Had I been dreaming? Was I losing my mind? I strode back to the bedroom And what did I find? A perfect Red Rose And a card that shone bright, With a message that read "From the Lady in White"
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