If you still roam my windows
Clouds too close together
A ghost colors my need
And then she'll blind this air we breathe
And all the flowers and all the canes
Of sugar sweet
They will remind me of just how we used to be
And in these fields of rain she'll come
Running back for me
This ghost, my sister, I could swear I can see
A glare she cast in the stale sky
My imagination runs away
To where my ghost is calling me
I can hear the clearest melody
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