Their love, a ghost that lingers still, the same,
A brand of faithfulness, they give again.
Their love, a ghost that lingers still, the same,
A brand of faithfulness, they give again.
Breathless I become, when grief's dark nights descend,
Breathless I become, when grief's dark nights descend,
A candle's flame, a secret hand extends,
A brand of faithfulness, they give again.
I'd make new vows, a different promise keep,
I'd make new vows, a different promise keep,
But then a hand, my own in slumber deep,
A hand that softly, gently, holds me in sleep,
A brand of faithfulness, they give again.
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