Sitting on a seat in the middle of the old part of town
In the middle of a winter's night there is nothing around
The wind whistles a lonesome tune
As eerie a feeling as it's voice will croon
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I love the way this tale unfolds never expecting that ending You convey the erie ghostly feeling perfectly I could also interpret the man on the roof as the representation of poor souls depressed enough to jump off. Youve got a gift for telling stories so poetically and wonderfully.