Giggle at the Ghosties Swedish

When me were a little filly
Or the sun is gone down
The darkness the and shadows
Them will always bring me lower
The pillow would I beneath hide
For what I imagined
Now Grandmother Pastry exclaimed my way is not the my way
Her says Pinkie, don't slouch, you must
See soon, kill you, not
Fun and disappear them make
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