The ghost of me

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The ghost of me

Won’t set me free,

As winter sets in

I see the landscape freeze,

You were my love

We were the destiny,

Into the night

We echo through time,

You are such a mystery

We cry icicle tears

That leave us so blind,

Still my heart breaks

And it’s hard to take,

The ghost of me

Collides in the cosmic wake,

Of a sad winter’s day,

As my life fades.

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