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Black roses laced with silver by a
Broken moon
Ten million stars and the whispered
Harmonies of leaves
We were these
Beside a dried up fountain lie five
Dusty tomes
With faded pasted pictures of love's
Reverie
Across each cover is written
Here in are photos of ghosts
Of ghosts
Of ghosts
Of the days we ran
And the days we sang
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