A white ghost I see, floating by
Her eyes are slowly starting to cry
A trace of gray clouds circle them
She's walking in some lost land
She's disappearing like desert sand
In her thoughts she is sad
In her heart she is weak
Melting ice-cream, you have to eat
Her bones are fragile, and her legs so thin
And her lips seem to drown to her chin
I want to shake off her dust
And see her smile, she must
Breathe as much as you can
I want to see you alive again
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