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Simon
Whispers of your presence linger in the air,
a trace of you in the empty room,
a memory that will not fade,
I see you in the shadows,
feel you in the chill of the night,
but you are gone,
a spririt haunting my heart.
I reach out to touch you
...
a trace of you in the empty room,
a memory that will not fade,
I see you in the shadows,
feel you in the chill of the night,
but you are gone,
a spririt haunting my heart.
I reach out to touch you
...
