I was walking down the moon-lit road
The chill breeze around me, I froze
The rustle of the leaves
The swaying of the trees
There was magic in the air
Far ahead I saw a girl so fair
Her walk radiated extreme grace
Made my heart dance with an increasing pace
Express my love, I had to do
I went upto her and she said ‘booo…’
Other than Math, this scared me the most
The pretty girl turned out to be a Ghost!
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