The Beautiful Haunting

I'm haunted by history
Olde Souls abound
Seem to come for me
(I've been found)

It's surely a haunting
Things from the past
Really quite beautiful
I'm never aghast

Hauntingly beautiful
Is what I strive for
Bittersweet Melancholy
What I adore

When I write songs
I'd like such a thing
Hauntingly beautiful
Sounds when I sing

But I don't sing
You'll never hear it
I'd like a guest singer
With an old soul spirit

The singer could be
A trains mournful cry
Off in a distance
In the wee hours of the night

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