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- When a wretched ghost gifts
- its heart to a swan
- inside the petty one
- soul in shackles shifts.
- When the spirit's pain
- is incarnated
- it lingers painted
- on walls of its bane.
- When the horror shines
- as bright as red dwarfs
- as bright as Davy Jones'
- locker, quite far away,
- the ghost slowly dies
- and the swan flies away.
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