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THE HAUNTING She lived in a mansion Far out in the hills; Life wasn't quite fair so She cured her ills And bid goodbye to the world That had treated her wrong; She thought it was over, Untill she heard this song: "They say it was haunted, This mansion of old; They've seen her walking And the rooms were all cold." Tears filled her eyes As she knew this was worse; To forever walk the halls Of the mansion was her curse. "They say it was haunted This mansion of old; They still see her walking And the rooms still stay cold." Her life as a ghost Is not what she would choose; She has only a white robe And can not wear shoes. If she must haunt a mansion This one will have to do.. But she'd hoped for escape To a much nicer view. Countrymom 10/9/03
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