The ghost of all our memories is haunting me inside.
With wails and cries it reaches out, I have no place to hide.
Whistles through my emptiness, jumps into my dreams.
It’s bound to my existence, it pains so much I scream.
If memories would settle down, depart and leave me free.
That would surely be the end, of what once was you and me.
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