93. Midnight ghost

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I'm staring at my open door
Expecting you coming inside
But no one is there for sure
I have nobody on my side.

I see your ghost right there
With gaze straight from heaven.
I breathe in the cold air
I've let it all begin then.

And so I have to see you though the sky
For I know that you're somewhere there
Looking at the moon at midnight.
I wish you were here.

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