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As I stand here alone I hear the sound of leaves crunching under shoes I turn to see who it is Hoping it's you But nothing is there The wind starts to blow All the leaves start to dance It's so beautiful It's free It's amazing Then I feel a hand clasp mine I see it's you We stand there, together Watching the leaves dance Then when they stop You're gone You were never there Just a ghost of something I once had
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
Ghost
As I stand here alone I hear the sound of leaves crunching under shoes I turn to see who it is Hoping it's you But nothing is there The wind starts to blow All the leaves start to dance It's so beautiful It's free It's amazing Then I feel a hand clasp mine I see it's you We stand there, together Watching the leaves dance Then when they stop You're gone You were never there Just a ghost of something I once had
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
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