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It is us that you hear
When the night wind howls
With the rustling of the trees
And the hoot of the owls
When you lie awake at night
Hearing voices down the hall
You mustn’t be alarmed
It is us who call
When you lay down at night
To rest you little head
We emerge from the darkness
We are the voices of the dead.
Amanda Pflughoeft-Job
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