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There is a ghost in the halls
She thinks it may have been human, once, but now it is not. Now, the ghost answers only to the moon.
There is a ghost in these halls
But only at night. In the daytime, there is only wind, only small mishaps, only silly, little coincidences. There is only a ghost at night, hence it’s allegiance to the moon.
Another night passes, another day comes, and the girl cries to the moon-ghost. She cries for company, want, and heartache, she cries to the moon through her ghost.
There is a ghost in these halls.
And here is the funny thing—the girl thinks it might be herself.
She opens her heart, and yearns for company. It is the nighttime when she desperately wishes for a friend.
The ghost only appears at nighttime.
There is a ghost in these halls
But there is nothing there at all. Only a girl who perceives and wishes and wants. Only a girl who builds herself a fairytale from the wind, the small mishaps, and the silly, little coincidences. The girl is the ghost, and the ghost is the girl.
There is a ghost in these halls
She opens her heart to the moon.
There once was a girl in these halls
She was dead in the sun, and a spirit in the moon.
There once was a girl in these halls
But she has given herself up for a ghost.
There once was a girl in these halls.