In my dreams, there's a ghost in the light.
And the figure went into a mist before I woke up.
All in a sudden, he disappeared.
Too soon for me to remember the colour of his eyes.
Like a print dubbed on my vision, he's now too close to see.
But as to what I know, he is with all good wills.
So is why he left. So is what he left.
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