The Ghost Of You/by:Haunted Lunacy

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Of all the haunted places
I have been through,
Nothing could prepare me
for the ghost of you .

Wandering lost in a
world divine,
Seeking the spell to make your
spirit mine.

Searching through pages
in libraries of arcane,
but no magic can bring
you back from your spiritual 
Plane.

So I look for your ghost,
And my eyes, they cry,
but I only find rooms now
empty inside.

So I sit and I wait
hoping you will soon
haunt me again.
My beautiful curse,
My specter, my friend.

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