The house on the hill

by becky   Jan 9, 2006


The house on the hill
Every silence and still
But one night something happen
The ghost came alive

They started flying around
The house up and down
But tonight there was going to be a party.

They drank wine which came straight though them,
They ate food that they couldn't´t taste,

For that house on the hill wasn´t quiet more

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