Ghost of Caroline

Amid trees and ancient stones,

where the sun doesn't shine

and the breeze freezes the bones,

there lies the ghost of Caroline.

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She's whispering my name

Like she used to when she was mine

Her beauty still remains the same

How I miss you, Caroline...

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I hear her voice coming from the hill

Chills going down my spine

I gasp and I stand still

When I see the ghost of Caroline.

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