She sings gently
In the reality of my dreams
Of an ageless romance
The echoes of yesterday
Remnants of an old song
Melody reverberating in the corridors of time
A faint whiff of her fragrance
A shadow so graceful
Besotted, smitten by her allure
Unwise to come here alone
Is she a ghost from my past?
But it feels like I have come home
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