I see them
They are running around and playing
One pokes another and runs and hides
One comes towards me and beckons me to follow
They want me to come play too
I hear them
They are laughing and squealing in delight
They're feet hit the ground
Plop, plop plop, plop
Come catch me if you can
I feel them
They feel like cold breezes as they run through me
My fingers go right through them as I try to touch they're hands
They grab me, try to get me to follow
They want me to come play too
I know they are always there
Trying to get me to join them
Ghosts of the children that are gone
They want me to come play too
The children of the moon
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