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Most days have faded hues of ghosts
Perhaps the only things that are real to me anymore
Ideas and fantasies about someone who is gone
A note in the score playing softly in the background
New ambitions arise
Sure, I'll pursue them
However...
Perhaps the only things that are real to me anymore
Ideas and fantasies about someone who is gone
A note in the score playing softly in the background
New ambitions arise
Sure, I'll pursue them
However...