Sometimes I dream you live…
On wakening, you melt
Poor ghost, can you forgive?
Your childhood was a sieve
Of sand, of rage, of welt
Poor ghost, can you forgive?
Sometimes I dream you live
I throw you a lifebelt
I drown, but you survive
In nightmares, I relive
The bad hand you were dealt
Poor ghost, can you forgive?
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