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 WINDMIRE GHOST along the banks of Windmire, a town that's greatly feared. I was there in that fire, that burnt it to a drear. All lived, but one died, and now I'm on my own. So now I haunt this little town, until December's gone. Oh how I miss those winding streets, lined with shops and stores. But now it's all just history, gone forever more. I also miss my family, I cant find their familiar face, I've looked for them years already, but heaven's a great big place. - the song I wrote Article posted January 27, 2010 at 08:42 AM • comment • Reads 91 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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