If I am just a tiny ghost, left with a see-through soul,
Will you love me still?
Then again,
Standing right in front of you,
Feet to feet,
Do you love me?
If I am just a tiny ghost, left with a see-through soul,
Will you love me still?
Then again,
Standing right in front of you,
Feet to feet,
Do you love me?
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