Ghosts of What Could Have Been

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I watched him walk away, a fading silhouette
His laughter haunts the twilight, a ghost I can’t forget
Each dawn brings a pain wrapped tight in hope and doubt
I loved him, but he did not know it, so I lock my heart out
But the wind calls his name, in the hush of the trees
And I tell myself softly, I’m not down on my knees

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