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Haunted memories, things from the past follow me.
Whether it's meant to be the dead trees, appear to me in the haunted dreams.
Forgotten lore to mention, even more, things Just are haunting me everywhere I turn I yearn, dim light burns, it appears golden in hue, following the path through this haunted place, where will I end up is the case.
Haunted endlessly by that which is uncertain, perhaps unknown for which can my soul be atoned.
I ponder and wait in this my Haunted state.