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In the old park, deserted in the frost

A while ago two shapes came drifting past

Their eyes have died, their lips become so weak

That they can hardly speak

In the old park in the frost

A ghost was reminiscing to a Ghost

-Can you recall our ectasy of long ago ?

-Why stir the memory? why do you want know ?

-Does your heart still beat at the mention of my name as ever ?

Do you still see my spirit in…

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