

The Ghost of Parlor GrandThat Parlor Grand from my Gran My living room is where it stands I wake one night to hear it soundThe Ghost of Parlor Grand
Although I know by not my hands
And so I do
Do walk unto Unto that Parlor In that room
Woe fear is me For there I see Cold lifeless eyes; Dead lively hands
Such sights I thought I'd never see Fear starts overwhelming me
My arms I raise for shielding me I then let out an utter shriek
But though I cringe at skin so pale His hands proceed to march the scales He cares not that I stand He just plays that Par
17 of Aces
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