Twas on a day like this,
I saw her running through the trees.
Twas on a day like this,
I felt a crinkle in my knees.

Twas in my dreams of bliss,
I stumbled, falling from the sky.
On a windy day like this,
I plucked a teardrop from my eye.

Twas on a day like this,
I watched my life go sailing by,
And felt the golden kiss,
Of Death, as I began to cry.

Twas on a day like this,
I smiled meekly at my host.
Twas on a day like this,
I think - I think I saw a ghost.

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