The Edison Museum, not open to the public
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Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above
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Folks drive in from out of town
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To gaze in amazement when they see it
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Just outside the gate I look into the courtyard
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Underneath the gathering thunderstorm
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Through the iron bars, I see the black maria
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Revolving slowly in its platform
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In the topmost tower, the lights burn dim
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A coiling filament glowing within
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The Edison Museum, once a bustling factory
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Today is but a darkened cobweb covered hive of industry
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The tallest, widest and most famous haunted mansion in New Jersey
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Behind a wooden door, the voice of Thomas Alva
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Recites a poem on a phonograph
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Ghosts float up the stairs, like silent moving pictures
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The loyal phantoms of his in house staff
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A wondrous place it is, there can be no doubt
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But no one ever goes in, and no one ever goes out
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The Edison Museum, not open to the public
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Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it
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The oldest, greatest and most famous haunted mansion in New Jersey
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The Edison Museum
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