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A haunting from one love to another, never ending, always there, unable to move forward, you will see…
A ghost from the past a soft quiet whisper
A revenant spirit, a thought from the mister
Rare shadows cast on the walls of this house
Stares at the ceiling, alone this ole louse
The cold window shakes the wind it does shatter
A long golden truth of everything that mattered
The hidden secrets will never be known
The fear of this man who lives all alone
Much Love Much Life
