| My ghost is everywhere here
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| It hangs on every tree
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| Lingering with every flower and leaf,
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| Smell of scent and sight and sound
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| These are calling cards from another time
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| Familiar days and forgotten phases,
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| Like water trickle down down down
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| Time is an ocean, and I’m set to swim
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| And I’m tumbled by her.
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| Circle around the sun, turn turn turn
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| Someday my turn will come
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| Stretched by time and torn by fate
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| I’m held together by the flesh of faith
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| Pushing up I hope for the sun,
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| But I’ll take the rain with what all it comes |