I am a hopeless ghost. As I soar though the house where we used to play. The old times meet me and visions flow through.
I am a hopeless ghost that’s the way I am. I wait till the day that she comes to me.
No more laughter no more joy as I seep into despair.
The door swings open and joy fills my gloomy room.
She has come to me and will stay for ever more.
yes Madi!
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