When the line was cut, when your voice faded;
I felt a jitter where I thought I've discarded;
Could this mean I'm still in denial?
Or is this another trial?
I feel haunted again by forgotten ghost;
Hope is my enemy stationed at my post;
I'm not ready to reengage thy ghost;
The ghost of my dreams, the ghost of my rose...
Please... Don't let me cry myself to sleep again...
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