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Ghosts Of The Plantation
They are dancing
Glimpse them in the corner of your eye
In fleeting courtyard shadows
Melting in Twilight's embrace
As they fade away
You may catch the hint of a smile
An invitation to spend a while
In this old abandoned place
Servants tend to the grounds
Waiting for the Lady to return
She left on a cloudy Spring day
Seemingly earlier this year
For her reacquaintence
They do yearn
As if it was only yesterday
Home is where the heart is
Their hearts linger here
Keeping her things as they were
While time stands still
The season never changes
Never will
Each flower remains in bloom
Fresh whitewash on the window sills
Party guests in every bedroom
Blazing hearths for evening chills
Listen to them laugh and play
In the far away month of May
Walking hand in hand in expectation
On a quiet day when the wind is gentle
You can hear the voices whisper,
We are the Ghosts of the Plantation
Glimpse them in the corner of your eye
In fleeting courtyard shadows
Melting in Twilight's embrace
As they fade away
You may catch the hint of a smile
An invitation to spend a while
In this old abandoned place
Servants tend to the grounds
Waiting for the Lady to return
She left on a cloudy Spring day
Seemingly earlier this year
For her reacquaintence
They do yearn
As if it was only yesterday
Home is where the heart is
Their hearts linger here
Keeping her things as they were
While time stands still
The season never changes
Never will
Each flower remains in bloom
Fresh whitewash on the window sills
Party guests in every bedroom
Blazing hearths for evening chills
Listen to them laugh and play
In the far away month of May
Walking hand in hand in expectation
On a quiet day when the wind is gentle
You can hear the voices whisper,
We are the Ghosts of the Plantation
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