There was a road to nowhere that no one seemed to walk.
There was a girl pacing back and forth, and never did talk. She sang. She sat now and then on the roadside, by a tree. Gloomily, she'd stare at the people around, watching, i think, what her life couldn't be.
"Have a flower, ghost girl. How can you be so alone?" I'm tempted to say. You have the most beautiful voice. I once heard you sing when you thought we were gone. The other humans.
Are the birds and the sights and the breeze such good company for you? I've heard you lagh with them.
You know, with some tweaks, here and there... i think you'd really look gorgeus. Why then so shy?
Have a flower, ghost girl. Show your beautiful smile. You can't live a life by just watching its colours.
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