the thin veil is torn
all the loved ones who have gone
will visit tonight
your face is shadowed
your whisper too low to hear
in this haunted house
phantom lips graze mine
fingertips caress my cheek
in this haunted house
i reach for your hand
but it eludes me ever
in this haunted house
our laughter echoed
but now there's only silence
in this haunted house
Tha gràdh mór agam ort, mo dhuine Draughn. Mo chridhe briste.
tonight the veil thins...
there is nothing i want more
than to know you're there
BOO A ::::::::::::
on this Halloween
we will all be wearing masks
even days after ................
dark of night hides us...
we cross the veil hand-in-hand
and never return
terror of the night
chilling bone rattling breeze
we wait for morning
Happy Halloween A et al
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