Ghostlings

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Dancing with the dead, they say
Must be some kind of sin
To call them back from heaven’s grace
Into this world of woe
Let them rest in blesséd peace
Far from the toil and strife
But in the air the ghostlings swirl
Touched not by mortal ills
While breathless mothers, tearless dads
Beg gypsy bands, “Play on.”

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