Ghosts

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Just ghosts that passed in the night,
be it fate that it would never have
been right!
As I close my eyes at the edge of the line,
I watch your image walk
out of sight,
just beautiful memory’s of ghosts that
past in the night.
With a tear in my eye I have to
be brave
and laugh in the sunlight for my soul
to save
as crying in my mind I watch you walk
out of sight,
just two loving souls that lost their way in
the light.

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By Penny Andrews 1983

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copyright 2006 Penny Andrews