As the hours fade,
As the moonlight wanes,
As others drift in dreams,
As creatures stalk,
As the breeze blows,
As I wander where I will,
As I listen to the night,
Deep in the dark,
Your ghost whispers.
You speak of the things that were,
You speak of who I was,
You speak of how I fell,
You speak of love long gone,
You speak of us,
Deep in the dark,
Your ghost whispers.
When all is quite,
When the moon is all but gone,
When the night is spent,
When I drift toward sleep,
When the creatures bed down,
When all is calm,
Deep in the dark,
Your ghost whispers.
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