A ghostly figure in the mist,
Seeking to know my name,
So said it to me,
A ghostly figure in the mist,
What will your name be
I did not have a name,
Nor lie did I want to.
So said I to it,
A ghostly figure in the mist,
I do not have a name!
Turning the back to me, away it went.
So left was my heart grieving,
For not making a new friend!
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