There are shadows in my dreams that I see
While I walk at night in the park in London riding my horse
But the shadows seen to follow me like a living ghost
Can I call this ghost the living ghost of London?
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Boy, now I'm even more confused! This is the revised version of the previous poem I just read but yet I see not one single change on any line. Except in the title where you added the word Edited. Lol. Maybe the poet was just not having a great day.