she haunts the halls of debutantes
in a satin gown of white
she dances across the marble tiles
like she danced that fateful night
her smile seems a vague memory
ghastly in the waning cob-webbed light
and a trail of blood appears
to fill the faint of heart with fright
they say the crash was circumstnace
though some say a lover's fight
they found the wreck of the two cars
in the morning after light
his high school going steady ring
clutched in her fingers tight
each year on the sixth of June
on the anniversary of the night
her ghost dances in the closed down hall
from dusk till morning light...
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