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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