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I still feel the ghost of your memory
In these warm summer nights
Wishing on a star
That you'll be where you once were
There's only silence
In the space you once stood
I wonder where you are
If you remember me the same
As I listen to songs
That remind me of a life I never knew
And emotions I've never felt
Who will I be
when the clock strikes midnight?
There's a sense of finality
In knowing I might never see you again
But slowly that dread
turns into existential comfort
Because maybe what we both needed
was to be free
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