talking to your shadow whether it’s real or not
talking to your silhouet as I drift to sleep
I’m not crazy, just different
and when I love, my love
my heart takes notice of the imprint you leave.
In mind and soul, I’ll keep you close
safe in the locker, a cross my heart, a cross my heart
burried for century’s now along my side
love never dies
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