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The moonlit sky 

Shining on the haunted peaks 

Of Box Springs Mountain


The pale white ghost cackling over the empty streets

He came down from the mountain

To find the students 

Speaking rumors over his existence

Of when he lays his ghostly hands on you

Or the constant flickering of lights

To warn you of his presence


His existence is in the soul of the campus

And the students that attend

That’s how you know

The haunting of UCR

Will never end