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GHOST This side of sight just east of my soul I find sanity in your hauntings Hidden in porcelain urn where memories can visit ashes of love who's warmth I still feel I tip the lid sometimes there are sparks sometimes there are tears Always there is regret I was naive, not realizing as you let go my hand that you believed our love to be stronger I didn't know that flight did not mean freedom did not mean fulfillment I didn't understand that true love, once found then thoughtlessly cast aside could never be recaptured My prayer for you now as you begin your journey is that you see me feel me and know you are the spirit that will forever dance on the edge of my awareness |
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