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Ghosts sleep in the yellow flower patch in the field by your house where the grass was always greener and it smelled like the morning dew.
Its a cheap old motion picture or a cargo jet hauling its load or a dancer without a partner or a bad pair of old blue jeans.
Now while youre heating up your dinner where the houses are all made of brick, where we built up a brand name but didnt know how to make it work.
The night falls on this side of Earth with the Moon in the telescopes eye and the cool rain stayed East of Texas and the lakes in the country went dry.