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THE GHOST'S ENTRY
The candle flutters and darkles.
There is no sound within.
The embers from ashes redden;
One flame crawls spectral and thin.
There is no sound within.
The embers from ashes redden;
One flame crawls spectral and thin.
The candle flutters and darkles.
Wide and black is the door—I start! ...
The Wind was the ghost that entered,
And shook me and chilled my heart.
Wide and black is the door—I start! ...
The Wind was the ghost that entered,
And shook me and chilled my heart.
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