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Ghosts in the courtyard

From the greenery
we sat and waited
from my high tower, contemplated
in the evening light
till morning came
we kept our bodies right and true
we kept our clothes all nice and new
we slept in orange groves
in countryside
waved our banners to the naked eye
and in the night, every night
you can almost hear us laughing
gallivanting
the cool
all the cool
the cool, cool and restless
summer nights away