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WORDS HUNG LIKE GHOSTS BETWEEN 
THE CURTAINS, 
SOFT LIES THE NIGHT 
REFUSED TO WEAVE. 
I TRACED YOUR NAME IN MORNING DUST, 
A PROMISE THAT FORGOT ITS SOUND. WORDS HUNG LIKE GHOSTS BETWEEN THE CURTAINS, SOFT LIES THE NIGHT REFUSED TO WEAVE. I TRACED YOUR NAME IN MORNING DUST, A PROMISE THAT FORGOT ITS SOUND.
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