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Tonight a silent cry, woked me up from my dream,

I got up, looked through window and I saw ghosts floating down the streets.

They moved slowly, in the night, passing through town where I was born in.

I could hear them cry and I knew something was bad and gone.

To the light through dark, every step force us to come a little closer,

To the girl on the end of the path that we called living.

To the light throught dark, every step we're comming little closer

To our Little Sister to rest to rest in her embrace

Heart-felt Invitation!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All that you felt was for your pleasure