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Remembering a ghost. A shadow waits in a room now. While the hollow body walks. But the body and the shadow, Remember a ghost they'd rather be. He died and they're the leftovers. That ghost really lived.
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
Live Like Him Again
Remembering a ghost. A shadow waits in a room now. While the hollow body walks. But the body and the shadow, Remember a ghost they'd rather be. He died and they're the leftovers. That ghost really lived.
frank-keystone
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
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