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Your old ghost appears
wrapped within a shroud of tears.
Streams form on my floor
that lead your heart from my door.
Nightfall brought you once again
to remind me of forgotten sin.
Wet footprints that slowly fade,
as morning peeks through the shade.
Price I have to pay
for throwing your love away.
Haunted in my heart,
by a soul I ripped apart
Now I'm left to lie alone,
dreaming of better days . . . come and gone
Wrapped in arms of loneliness,
begging for your forgiveness.
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