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Black roses laced with silver
By a broken moon
Ten million stars
And the wispered harmonies of leaves
We werer these
Beside a dried up fountain
Lie five dusty tomes
With faded pasted pictures
Of love's reverie
Across each cover is written
Herein are Photos of Ghosts
Of ghosts, of ghosts
Of the days we ran and the days we sang
