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Upon a spectral lake of dreams, floats a mansion old and worn,
Haunted whispers in the beams, spirits in the shadows sworn.
Mirrored moonlight softly shakes, on the glassy water's face,
Echoing the ghostly aches, of time's relentless, eerie chase.
Through the misty silence breaks, not a creature, not a sound,
Only the haunted house partakes, in mysteries that it has found.