One night in my dream i saw a girl running in a old house,
she saw a park there went there
and found a swing of old time,
she tried to ride on it but its rope broke down,
she ran from there inside the park,
and got a site very unusual,
a grave was there,
filled with dry leaves,
and name written on it was her,
she sat there frightened,
suddenly she felt that somebody is strangling her,
she ran from there out of the park and rushed her home,
to tell the truth of old house in the church sphere.
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