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Kansas — Ghosts
Kansas — Ghosts (текст песни)
(Steve Walsh / Steve Morse / Bob Ezrin) There’s tombstone in a snowy field Close by an old ghost town The epitaph’s been weather-blown away There’s a belltower where petitions peeled It’s been half torn down But it must have softened every soul that came to pray There’s a schoolhouse full of broken glass And wounded walls The rusty swings like derelicts sleeping in the weeds There’s a picture-graduation class Staring down deserted halls ’THE HOPE OF 44’ is what it reads It’s just as if some restless wind blew their dreams away far away