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Ghost Riders in the Sky
 
Those Ghost Riders, they ride
in the dark of the velvet
skies.

They move in time with time
never ending, always riding
through the moonlight skies.

They sound so loud like trumpits
blowing in all directions, coming
closer to haunt your night of bliss.

Ghost Riders, riding in the sky
they never let your mind rest
not when there around, these
Ghost Riders in the sky.

The portal opening where in the
fabric of space and time
Ghost Riders dimensional entities
passing through, to ride the
darken skies that sparkle..

By derena

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